Trinity nodded all three of her heads. “Just the me that’s inside then,” she said.

“Yeah,” Emily replied.

Trinity started to sneak around the house. The trick of it was keeping her weight on her backfoot, and only shifting it after her front foot had already made contact with the ground, that way, she didn’t make tap-tapping noises as she walked around.

“Keep an eye out for paintings,” Emily said.

Trinity hummed and nodded her understanding even as the her that was inside opened the fridge door and started looking for paintings in there.

She didn’t find any, but she did find some cake.

The next place she looked into was the pantry, where she found an entire box of unopened Winkies. She tossed that out of the window so the her outside could enjoy it while she kept on doing important work.

Unfortunately, there weren’t any paintings in the kitchen, so she didn’t have a choice but to move on into the dining room. There was an image there, hanging by one wall. “Found one,” she said.

“What’s it a painting of?”

“Ship, with water and stuff. I think those are birds in the corner, and there’s a lighthouse.”

“I . . . don’t think that’s it. Can you move the painting aside?”

It was a pretty big painting, and she was a small girl. She tugged a chair over and winced as it squeaked against the hardwood. She climbed up, and with her arms stretched as wide as they’d go, she unhooked the painting, then let it slip down and down until the edge was against the ground.

“It’s just a wall,” she said.

“Not it then,” Emily said. “Keep looking around.”

Trinity nodded and left the living room for the dining room. She had to be careful because a window overlooked the street; she rolled behind the nearest sofa and eyed the television.

It was a big one. She bet that it was worth a thousand dollars. But it wouldn’t fit in the window in the kitchen.

Too bad.

There was a small painting in the living room, some image of a forest. She didn’t know much about interior decorating, but she felt like this place was pretty nice. Nice in a sort of very boring way.

She climbed up a sofa and was unhooking the frame from the wall when she heard the door rattle.

All of Trinity froze.

The door clicked, and someone stepped in, a black figure, in a long coat, with a hood on their jacket that concealed their masked face.

Trinity stared at the mask, and the mask stared at Trinity.

“Oh, shoot!” Trinity said next to Emily.

“What is it?” Emily asked.