The knife was here, and she was quiet. Those were the things that rang in her head. I also helped that she was small and quicker than most. The pajamas were at least good at concealing her footsteps, and she was going to get where she needed to go, fight or not. In the back of her head though, she was hoping to run into Ellie: who knew what kind of thing that girl was going to fall upon at any minute?

A LIZARD GUY had taken her out. She wasn't about to give whatever haunted the museum a chance this time.