"Better than a fox hole," he replies, shrugging. He's never been too picky about where he sleeps, and he's never spent much time at home, anyway. "My stuff's still there, there's a bed." He frowns a little. "But I did find some ghost using Virginia in Central Park to pull one of the carriages around. I, uh, put a stop to that. Got her set up in an empty warehouse so she'll stay warm. I can't really bring her into my building, so it was the easiest fix I could think of."