This place was quite massive - in fact, Dolly had begun to think that the castle had actually grown since she had gone to school 80-some years ago. Surely this corridor hadn't been here before? Yes, she was.... lost. It was quite cold, too. She at least was able to use her old sniffer to gather that she was in the lower parts of the castle. Felt a bit... moist down here.

Not to worry, though, Dolly didn't mind getting lost! She just turned those into adventures! So, down the hall she wandered, quietly singing an old piece of music from before she was born.

"Havana, oh-na-na..."

"Half of my heart is in Havana -- OH!"

Suddenly, her terrible singing had turned into a surprised squeak when she spotted a little furry thing on the ground. Was that a pygmy puff? Oh no, did her 45 year old kneazle pop out another litter of kneazle kittens and ditch them again?

No... that wasn't it. Squinting and bending over, Dolly tried to inspect the thing. Oh, whatever it was, it was CUTE!

"Hello dear..." she cooed softly, her old voice warbling in her throat. "What is your name?"