“I guess,” Trinity said. She did have three tummies. “But I’m good at finding food and stuff for myself.”

The her in the bathroom was sticking her head under the tap; that is, until water went up her nose and she started sputtering and choking. The her in the corridor looked around, then with a shrug, walked over to a door with a staircase sign on it. Inside was a staircase. She wasn’t entirely surprised by this. She headed down, her quest for fun and food beginning.

“Do you like sleeping?” Teddy asked.

Trinity nodded. “I like sleeping with others,” she said. “It’s nice and warm and safe.”

Teddy frowned at that, then shrugged. “Yeah, all right. But we share the blankets equally.”

“Are we really just going back to bed?” Athena asked.

“You have anything better to do?” Teddy asked her.

Athena pouted. “No, but still.”

Huffing, Teddy stomped back to the bed, slithered under the blankets, then poked her head out at the top and fluffed up Best Sister Emily’s pillow.

Athena crawled up and over Teddy, then flopped on her other side.

Grinning, Trinity bounced up and crashed into the pair of them. The her that was drowning in the bathroom coughed a bunch, closed the tap, then stumbled into the bedroom to join the cuddle pile forming on the bed.

She wondered how many bodies were required to form a proper cuddle pile. At least three, she guessed. But making one all on her own wasn’t any fun. So it had to be four. Four was the minimum.

The her that was stomping down the stairs finally made it to the bottom, where she encountered another door. Opening it revealed a lobby on the first floor, with the elevator next to her, and the door leading out to a little corridor.

She wouldn’t wander outside yet. First she’d look for food and fun inside the building.

With a few sniffs, she took in the scent in the air, then zeroed in on something that smelled really nice. Grinning, Trinity bounced over to one of the big rooms adjoining the corridor.

It was a kitchenette of sorts. There was a fridge, and a table with shiny things. Some guy was yawning while staring at one such shiny thing. He had a butter knife in one hand, and a jar of something brown in the other.

Trinity walked over to him, because that’s where the nice smells were coming from.

The boy blinked, then looked down at her. “Uh,” he said. His eyes looked really crusty and baggy, like he could use a nap of his own.

“Hi,” Trinity said. “Something here smells nice.”

“Just . . . making toast,” he said.

Trinity was intrigued. She kept staring.