The backpack wasn't heavy at all. Not even the weight of your average college kid's schoolbag. Something within tapped together with a hollow, metallic sound. "Sorry you've got to carry all that," Dick said, his panic obviously subsiding into resignation.
It turned out with one back leg a cat could get up the stairs just fine, it just took a bit of extra hopping. He got up to the second one and craned his head up to look toward the top, which had gotten higher. With Buffy's arms full of his things, Dick swiveled an ear and then his head to look back at Anita, hopeful.