Nixie tensed up when she heard someone come into the kitchen. When she heard the eerie sound of the crow, she knew for sure that it was Devon. She scrunched down as tightly as she could in the sink, but after what felt like forever, she could hear the sound of footsteps leaving. She felt proud of herself that he had came in and did not notice her. Though another part of her shuddered. Did that mean she would never be found because if Devon thought the kitchen was empty, he might not come back?

[i]Oh no, what if I'm in here forever? What if they all leave thinking I decided to go home?[/i] As she started to panic, Nixie felt water from the sink dripping. She wiped the dirty water off her cheeks, but oddly felt more calm after the water touched her skin. It was really ironic, because she usually felt anything but calm when face with a situation where there was the chance she could drown, such as in a very deep sink. Which was preposterous. Nobody drowned in sinks, even big ones, except maybe poor babies who were neglected by their parents.

By now she was thinking very random things, which she often did. Nixie pulled her body up and peeked over the edge of the sink and could see Devon outside the kitchen door, trying to get inside another door with what looked like a knife. Why would he be doing that? If the door was locked, then nobody would be hiding behind it. 

[i]He's so strange... though I wonder what is behind that door.[/i] She sighed and set back down in the sink.