Oh the castle was a dirty, dirty place.

Dust stick into the long tendril of the Umbrella Vinora as it made its away around the empty parts of the castle. Moving around as if the tendril had eyes, the tendril made its way into an office that was completely open.

Wriggling around the office, it got up to the desk before grabbing hold of a picture with two young children.

In a matter of seconds the tendril was gone from the office, and so was the picture.