It was raining in earnest now as Duke and Octavia made their way up into the attic. The dust was thick on the floor, and all the boxes of old linens and dinnerware and things that had been stored away up here while the hotel was closed.

"Yeah, so," Duke said, looking around with a heavy sort of resignation. "This is not the easy-going, get-your-mind-off-things kind of trip I'd hoped for."

[there's no canon for this, but I figured they could use a spot to chat outside the dictates of the actual show scenes! I can handwave the stuff that doesn't directly involve either Duke or Octavia in the narrative, later.]