Peter was leaning over the stone banister of the outside bedroom balcony with his broom by his side and a feather duster in his back pocket. Unlike the unmoving and unchanging setting behind him, the sky seemed full of life. The clouds danced across the sky in swift but choreographed movements. The pink heavens resembled the princess's room which he had just gotten done cleaning a few minutes ago. The walls were covered in pink wallpaper with little roses streaming across the paper in almost a random pattern. Peter sighed, taking in both the drab room behind him and the contrasting open free air in front of him.
"Boy?" came a loud call from downstairs.
"Coming!" yelled Peter as he swiftly picked up his broom and headed back inside. He closed the window doors behind him and crossed the bedroom in four strides. He put his hand on the doorknob but paused for a second to admire his handiwork. Though the person who owned this room would never enjoy the work he had done, he could at least say without a doubt that he had provided excellent service to the room. With a self-satisfied grunt he swung the door open and headed down the hall.
As Peter reached the grand staircase, he could see beyond it into the lobby below. There were three couches spread out across the lobby each facing a different direction. Master was sprawled on the couch facing west reading a newspaper with their long legs spilling over one of the sides.
"You're going to get shoe prints on the arm rest one of these days, Master." Master put their paper down to take a quick glance at their feet before putting the paper back up.
"No, I won't," Master paused for a second, "anyway, there's a new case in town."
"Oh? Missus Jebson lost a different cat this time?"
"No, Boy. There seems to be a murder."
"A murder," Peter said quizzically, "in this neighborhood?"
"Yes, it seems things are picking up again in Shady Hills"
Peter rushed to the closet to grab his coat, but before he could get past the couches, Master stopped him.
"There'll be no need for coats today, Boy. It's unusually sunny and warm outside," said Master as he pointed to the clear sky that was visible through the lobby's skylight. Peter realized that in his excitement he hadn't thought to look up. Feeling embarrassed, he waited for Master to roll up their paper and stand up from the couch. Peter smirked when he noticed that there were small scuff marks on the armrest as they were leaving for the door.
"Told you so," said Peter. Master just shrugged and they both headed out the door.