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Now, you pocket the keys again and take a deep breath.
"C'mon girl, let's see upstairs."
It's easier said than done, though, as the first thing you see when you reach the second floor is another rampart of cardboard boxes blocking most of the upstairs hallway. You manage to clamber over (Arctus follows far more gracefully) and shoulder your way into the guest bedroom—which, as you pace over to the window overlooking the front lawn, you suppose must be yours.
Thankfully, the bed at least isn't in a box.
Back in the hallway, you pass Grandma's room, the bathroom, and the door to the attic—which, you realize as you walk past, Grandma hasn't given you a key to even though it has a keyhole. You give the handle a quick jiggle; it doesn't budge.
If you weren't curious before, you sure are now.