Lana approached the couch, where the large rucksack sat.
Unaccustomed to the weight of the rucksack on her back, she almost toppled over at the first step of the stairwell and caught the banister with both hands.
When Mrs. Watson released the rucksack, it felt better balanced, though no lighter.
She shrugged out of the rucksack and opened the drawers of her dresser, dumping their contents onto the floor.
Tired of puzzling over the world around her, Lana shrugged off the rucksack, pushed Jack over, and lay down with him.
"You're getting ready to raid my underworld," Death said, her glance falling to the rucksack beside his feet.