Before the cat could bite Cassius, Arabella scooped it right off the floor, letting it snuggle up her arms as she coaxed it. She looked at the cat's bright green eyes and turned it around, "It doesn't look dirty. Did it jump to the carriage following us?"
"Who knows?" Cassius answered but his eyes that were looking at the cat had turned skeptic.
"Anyway," she turned back her attention to the box beside her, pointing toward it, "It's an odd box right? I thought that now we're here we could somehow open it and take a look of what could be inside but I guess..."
"We could try it again later," Cassius answered as he pulled the box to his hand and rattled it beside his ears, "Odd, it sounds like something small. Are you sure your mother gave this to you?"
"Yes," she confirmed with a nod as she strolled inside her house, looking at the dusty kitchen without a single soul and then to the creaking staircase followed by Cassius who had now held the box.
