Re: First floor: 2:15 a.m.
She was sure she was about to get caught, and she was sure the thrill of this (very much like the thrill of a good scary movie), was not supposed to feel as good as it did. Her blood was coursing in her veins and her heart was pounding, and she was trying to think of plan B when the sound of laughter came from the stairs. It was enough to make her look toward the open door, and she was counting on it making the wolf do the same.