He was here, at home. The one place that was supposed to be their safe haven. The scent of a fresh batch of crepes filled Roxie's nose, and her stomach gently rumbled. She wondered if they had any orange marmalade at home, and then realized that she wasn't really here to eat.

She was here for other things.

Roxie touched down lightly on the wood floor, her sandals gently tapping the gleaming floor. She waited a moment, then two, then three.

With yet another deep breath, she advanced towards the kitchen.

Please don't hate me for what I'm about to do.