Mulberry glances back at the blob. She knows it was the right thing to do. At least she thinks it was. She wouldn’t have wanted to have been left in that state. Nontheless, the blob is abhorrent to her, and she wants to burn it away.
 
She shakes her head. She says a few words to help guide her spirit to whatever afterlife she’s headed for. As she does this though she hears a yell from down below.
 
“Are you finally done with all that racket Emilia? How about taking a lunch break?” a voice says.
 
Mulberry goes to the door and looks out at the hallway. Nothing is there, but from the staircase below she hears thumping and grunting, and someone grumbles out words like, “Blasted steps…” “Why the top floor…?” and “Hope you like fish! I think I just developed a new recipe!”
 

 

 

 
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