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         We slept in the attic, everyone that is, except for Chaos, she transformed into a bat, the creepy kind with leathery grey wings, and read a book. Apparently she wasn't interested about the story, because after reading the first page-in-a-half, she closed it, then flew to the books.

That's weird, I thought. How can she do that? Was she able to do that before?

It was morning when she came back from the shelf of books, with no book, was quietly making her way back to the corner, but as a different animal.

"What are you doing?" I mouthed, shooting a quizzical glance at the little fuzzy cat on the floor.

All I got from Chaos was a glare, but from the look of it she gave me a clear, obvious answer, "None of your business."

Still carefully stepping over the shards of a broken glass, she woke Winter and Spring with a hiss of pain. Neither of them looked down at the small gray fuzzball, frozen in mid step. Instead they promptly toppled over backwards and fell back to sleep. Limping back to her spot Chaos curled up and went to sleep. I watched as Summer's bright glowing aura started fading as the sun came up. Making my way downstairs to the main level so I could see what damage had been caused, there wasn't much other than the fact that the rotten smelling, murky water went to just below my knees. As I made my way to the stainless steel refrigerator to see if anything was still good. Don't open the door, silly, a voice in my head cherped, you'll just get water in it and all the food that is still good will have to be taken out.

How stupid did I have to be to forget a thing like that. I wasn't thinking straight, my head was starting to hurt like crazy, was it because of the lack of sleep last night or the fact that I wasn't feeling good.

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