While they were occupied, Aden swept the house. Experience guiding his hand in sweeping away the traces of the life Thrass and Lorana had lived here. There would be nothing to find in the house for anyone who might be curious. No trace to lead anyone to any of them. Just an empty and abandoned house to either go back on the market or to sit abandoned.

He was waiting by the time the others returned, near the window with his arms crossed.

People outside going about their days as normal. But not too normal. They'd be able to make their way back to the Phantom just fine, he thought.

"Then let's go."

He headed for the door to open it- eyes open just in case. But not particularly expecting any trouble on their way back.