Benjamin's mind raced as he contemplated the situation. He then made a threatening gesture, causing the small dog to retreat two steps.
Seizing the opportunity, he dodged past the dog and limped into a household on the fourth floor, hastily closing the door behind him.
Outside, he could hear the dog's barking and scratching at the door.
"Animals will be animals!" Benjamin muttered, ignoring the dog and starting to survey the room.
He remembered this was Daisy's home. The layout of the room was simple and easy to understand.
Benjamin searched through several rooms, but apart from the locked bedroom, he found no food. Not even a speck of dust.
No, he couldn't say there was no food. There was a bag of dog biscuits.
He glanced at the locked door, pinning his hopes on it.
Benjamin turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, only to find a figure standing before him.
