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<--- Natalie

*Reaches the house with Podarge*

<--- Podarge

*looks up at her old house and sighs* Let's go. *opens the door and enters*

<-- Natalie

*Follows Podarge*

<--- Podarge

So, this big room was once my restaurant. You see, tables and chairs, stuff like that. Over there, behind the counter, ou can find the kitchen, and a small room next to it. *points*

<--- Natalie

*Looks towards where Podarge is pointing*
What was the small room for?

<--- Podarge

*shrugs* Different things. As a small room for resting between the cooking and stuff, then as a room for keeping things out of my way, but not too far away as if it were in the basement or stuff like that, and at last as a room for Twilight - down here, I could care better for her than when she was upstairs. She was sick for a long time, you know?

<--- Natalie

I didn't think so.

<--- Podarge

*takes deep breathe* She was - very weak when I found her. I think she just had given up on life after her sister's death. Took a long time until she finally talked to me, and until she could walk around and do stuff children usually do. *tears appear* I still don't know why she had to die!

<--- Natalie

Aww, don't cry.

<--- Podarge

Can't help it! I miss her! *rubs eyes* Let's go. You haven't seen everything yet.

<--- Natalie

*Follows Podarge*

<--- Podarge

*wipes her face* Now here, downstairs, right behind the kitchen, you see the basement. It probably contains a lot of old stuff, most of that belonged to my father, he was a policeman. You won't like it down there. *points* And over there, you see the back door, it leads directly into the garden. Want to see?

<--- Natalie

Sure
*Follows Podarge*

<--- Podarge

*enters the garden* So, over there, I had a lot of flowers. Looks like your brother wasn't interested in them ... *sighs* And over there, I had some vegetables, potatoes, carrots, stuff like that. Those threes will give rich fruits when their time comes, cherries, apples, and over there, a walnut tree.

<--- Natalie

*Listening*
*Still following Podarge*