Reflections of Light

Curiosity

Wesley and Rigsy wandered through the laboratory, giggling at how clever and funny and naughty they found themselves.

"... An' we can look through all Evelyn's stuff, an' borrow all her cool inventions, an' learn her secrets!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Rigsy cackled, as they played along with their little fantasy, willfully ignorant to the danger that lied in the house above their heads.
"An' maybe, maybe there's like a magical machine that can shrink people to teeny small, like little mice's..."

"Why'd you wanna be a teeny mice?
I'd rather be massively big, so that I could, uh, step over buildings an' mountains, an' squish up all the bad things an' enemies, an' pick up my mummy like a Barbie..."

"... An' have to eat huge, giant pizza's an' ice-cream's cause normal food is too tiny!"

They fell about giggling, finding themselves all too funny.

"We could hold look at the mummy again, all pickled an' sh'wivlled up, it's so gross an' awesome!"

Rigsy shook his head, looking slightly green. "No. It's horrible an' I don't like it."

"Billy said 'e fought it was fas'natin'."

"Yeah, but Billy's a bit of a nutta though, I'nt 'e?" Rigsy snorted fondly.

"Yeah, justa bit." Wesley agreed, chuckling.
"So, where else you wanna go?"

"Uh... Dat way."

"Wot about... Dat way?"

" 'kay."

They wandered on on their little adventure.

Turning a corner, they approached a closed wooden door, and after Rigsy fiddled the lock to get it open, they walked into what looked like an elegantly furnished office space, the wooden furniture creating a sharp contrast to the sterile white surroundings of the laboratory.

Wesley giggled as she walked past a lone bookshelf spanning one wall, approaching the desk and running her fingers over the objects on the desktop.

"We'd be in so much trouble if our mums knew we woz here."

Wesley giggled. "My Mum'd ground me for ever'en'ever."

"My mum'd probably spank me. She always says she will when I'm naughty."

"Does she?"

"No, 'cause I always stop bein' naughty 'fore she does."

Wesley cackled. "You likkle goodie- shoes."

"Am not!"

"Yeah too!"

"Am not! Oh, look!" he raced over to a wall on the far side of the wall, putting his hands up against it, drawing a finger up and down the wall.
"I'ssa crack!"

It was indeed a crack, a hairline crack running up the length of the wall. It was a wonder how he'd even noticed it.

"Look!" Wesley cried. "I'ssa secret door!"

Rigsy was tapping his fingers on the wall, up and down, side to side, making little humming noises under his breath.

"Whaddya finks behind it?" Wesley asked curiously.

"Not sure..." He said, then hopped back, gasping. "I fink... Deres somefink  alive behind dere! An' I fink i'ssa person!"

Sorry it's been a couple of days, I've been very busy.
Believe it or not, I've been writing this bit by bit for the last few days!