Move on up, toward your destination [Steve, January 10, 2020]

They've known it was coming. Robin's made it clear that on her eighteenth birthday, she'll be out. It doesn't matter that the staff had insisted it was perfectly okay for someone over the age of majority to stay until the end of the school year. It definitely doesn't matter the way some of the less subtle staff members had implied that a woman of freshly eighteen moving in with a man of the same age was the type of endeavor that might land her pregnant in the gutter (the joke was on them, twice over). Robin wanted out. She wanted her own bedroom, her best friend, and even her evil little hamster.

There's not really a big moment of anything. Robin doesn't have much stuff at the Home and the majority of it has already been left at the apartment already. All that's left, on this fine Friday morning, is the duffle bag of clothes she needs to sling over her shoulder. Her phone and wallet grabbed and she's out the door, never to sleep at the Children's Home again.

The only pit stop she makes is near a bakery, grabbing two huge double-chocolate muffins and a pack of birthday candles.

She takes the first bus she catches and lets herself in to Chelsea Cloisters, cheerfully riding up to the fifth floor. "Steeeeve!" Robin calls through the door. Then she knocks smartly with her knuckles. "Steeeve! Guess what day it is!"