It was about an hour before Muffin began to wake up slowly. Meow?=Muffin, what happen to you? We worried. “Take it slow Muffin, and don’t move around yet,” I told her. Meow,meow.=Shoulder sore, like it got cut. “It did get cut Muffin, but I stitched it back up again, so you’ll be fine, but you might have a scar,” I said quietly. Meow,meow=I okay, where is Lena? She save me, she stand in way and try to stop Diane and Diane hit Lena with knife! Lena hit Diane with big fry pan, Diane fall to floor, then Muffin fall asleep, not see anymore. Meow?=Lena help you? Meow, meow.=Yep, she sure did, I hope she is okay. Well, this certainly makes things a bit different, I thought to myself. “There was no one around when we got there Muffin,” I said. Meow,meow.=Oh, that too bad, not sound good for Lena, maybe she get hurt bad.
“Well, for now we stay put and have something to eat, you need to rest tonight Muffin and then tomorrow we go looking and see what we can find,” I told them both. Meow!=Yep, and when we find them, then it fight time! Meow,meow!=I agree, it time for us to fight. I also not sure if notes written by Candy, maybe written by Diane. Also, just remember, there was man behind Diane, big man, but not John, we see him before though, but can’t remember name. “That’s okay Muffin, don’t worry about it right now, just eat and rest for tonight,” I said. We all slept well that night, with Mr. Cat and I taking turns watching. But nothing happened and Muffin slept right through the night which was good.
Morning arrives, the sun is shining in our window so brightly, looked beautiful, it was hard to think of the dangers of this place. We ate some breakfast and then went back to that odd little round room upstairs. I measured it and it seemed like there should be another door in that room and all 3 doors would then be equally spaced apart. Hmm, how to make this room turn the opposite way to open that other door, if there is one. I paced off the distance to where the door should be and as I stepped on a certain stone the room started to turn again finally opening another door leading to another tunnel. We went in slowly. It was a narrow tunnel compared to the others, just wide enough to walk through. Mr. Cat stayed just ahead of me and Muffin sat on my shoulder looking backward, that way no one could sneak up behind us.
The tunnel went in a spiral shape and constantly going downward, which I figured it would do. Then we came to a wood door, but the tunnel kept going. The door wasn’t locked so I opened it. There was another round room with nothing in it whatever. So we kept going down this tunnel and again another door and another round room that was also empty. Very strange. And it’s obvious that no one has been in this tunnel for a long, long time, but, there is fresh air getting in which is nice. Finally the tunnel ends…in a small room with 3 doors, beside the one we came in. I try the one on the left and there was a metal box which I opened. I couldn’t believe it, full of jewels! I showed the cats. Meow,meow!=Oh, they beautiful! I quickly put them in my backpack and then I tried the next door.
Hmm, nothing except a little room. Mr. Cat started to go in and I grabbed him, pulling him back. A large rock fell from the ceiling! It would have crushed Mr. Cat, or anyone else going in there. I tried the third door, standing off to the side, and several curved knives came flying out and across the room. Glad I wasn’t standing in front of the door. Odd there was nothing guarding the actual door to the jewels. Or perhaps it just didn’t work. I don’t think I will go back to check. We head back up through the tunnel and were back upstairs in no time and then down to our bedroom. Lena was sitting there waiting for us! And Muffin was so glad to see her again! She did have a long slice on her arm from that knife attack. But she couldn’t remember anything much except right at the beginning when Diane went after Muffin and she tried to stop her. It’s so hard to know whether to believe her or not right now.
To Be Continued.
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