"Get back here!"

The rat wiggled out of her arms and skittered straight out the door, behind the house, and towards another. With a frustrated grunt, the small child dashed after it, waving her fist all the while. She needed it as proof for a job well done, and it had fled. The nerve!

The fading daylight and the fog had her stumbling in what she thought was the right direction, but she couldn't be completely sure. A noise had her spinning about, and she chose to pursue it, whether it was created by the rodent or not. Without thinking, she elbowed her way into Roslyn's greenhouse, her rat catching sack held clutched in front of her. It probably appeared like she was about the ransack the poor woman's vegetables, if she had any.

Noticing the light, Billie tried to put the breaks on, but she wasn't quick enough and ended up stumbling nearly clear through a shrub. The 'shovel' in Ros's hands caused the ragamuffin to let out a startled squeak, and she immediately threw her hands up to protect her face.