When Mrs. Watson released the rucksack, it felt better balanced, though no lighter.
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.
Tired of puzzling over the world around her, Lana shrugged off the rucksack, pushed Jack over, and lay down with him.
She shrugged out of the rucksack and opened the drawers of her dresser, dumping their contents onto the floor.
"You're getting ready to raid my underworld," Death said, her glance falling to the rucksack beside his feet.