Arms flailing, Lisa rushed into the Laundry room. She panted briefly and tried to catch her breath because she had been running around the entire ground floor looking for Pascal. Where could he have gone?! She could have JUST sworn he was chilling on her shoulder near the kitchen and then POOF! He was gone.

Lisa was freaking out.

“PASCAL?!?” she yelled as her eyes sparkled with tears threatening to fall and her bottom lip wobbled. “Where are youuuuuu? Come out come out....”

She didn’t do tears well.

She headed towards some piles of laundry and began sorting through piles of laundry.