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There are feet on the stairs, and they are moving fast. How Whistler (for that's who the feet belong to) can possibly move that fast without running into things may never be known. He just darts across where he prays the open space is, reaches the far wall without hurting himself too badly, and fumbles for the door.

It opens.

Some time later it opens again and he comes racing back in with something squirming under his arm. He's a little more careful this time, but he's not talking to anyone. He's just going upstairs.

And that's that.