Playing House

Who: Abel and Lark, possibly anyone else who hears the commotion and wants an easy laugh
When: Either really late at night or really early in the morning, depending on your perspective
Where: Second floor

Of all the stuff this house had in abundance, Lark was of the opinion that it really needed more bathrooms. There was one public bathroom on the first floor, conveniently located next to the room they'd taken over for the slumber party... but someone had been in there, and she needed to go now. Where was there another public bathroom? She couldn't remember. Did she really have to run all the way back up to her room? Lark debated this for a moment, and finally took off at a run for the stairs. Screw caution. She'd spent hours playing a life-size Barbie and hadn't particularly enjoyed the experience, so she was in no mood to dance the potty dance and wait around.

She hurried up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Was there a bathroom in the library? There had to be one somewhere on the second floor. The hallways were dark, and Lark was pretty focused on her bathroom needs, so perhaps she wasn't paying as much attention to her surroundings as she should have. She reached the top of the stairs and rounded the corner -- only to slam right into somebody. Or something. Her arms flailed out as she tried to catch her balance and not fall down the stairs, and as she caught herself on the banister she looked up to see what - or who - she'd run into. In the shadows, she saw what her hurried mind could interpret only as the face of death. Lark screamed bloody murder.