Re: 12th floor stairwell, 12:10am
Slowly, Katya made her way down the stairs. Her bones creaked and popped, her joints ached. She couldn't wait to return home and settle into a comfortable chair. Then she could put the pretty young girl following her to good work. Yes, children needed to learn to work for what they were given.
They finally arrived, and for a moment, Katya wasn't sure how to get her door to reappear. But appear it did, and she went in, allowing the young girl in after. "First, we have tea," she said, stepping around the skulls littering the floor of her apartment. She wondered where all her boxes had gone and when a fire pit had replaced the coffee table, but didn't let it bother her.
Picking up the teapot from the stove, she took it over to a grouping of logs - dirty logs in her clean house! - and poured a glass for the young woman. "Sit, pretty girl, sit," she commanded, and she poured herself another glass of tea. "Tell old Baba Yaga what you come seeking."