"...I don't remember those clothes, but they all fit me..."
Cranberry changed out of the pajamas and was checking out the outfit she chose in the mirror.
"Well, at least we know that my mother is gone."
She smirked pointing at the open closet - not a single piece of clothing in there was red.
"Graough! (Yes!) Graough? (Still, I wonder what happened though?) Graough... (There's no trace of the battle with the werewolves...)"
Zombie nodded to his master and turned to the window, checking the world outside.
Cranberry walked towards him and leaned forward, putting her hands on the windowsill and touching shoulders with the blue undead.
"Not really, look, the shed you destroyed is different than before. It must have been rebuilt."
She pointed out, at the building in the back, now much larger than the previous one.
"Graough... (How odd...)"
Zombie frowned and tilted his head, trying to wrap his head around what was happening.
