Camille woke up on a mission.
From the moment that her eyes opened up, she had but one goal in mind.
She got to her feet quietly and teleported out of her crib.
Her new room in New York was a lot bigger than her old one.
It was close to six hundred square feet, and it was fully decorated with her crib, a corner full of plushies, a nice closet, a play kitchen set, and most importantly, a five hundred gallon fish tank for her pet axolotl.
Since her usual partner in crime was still asleep, Cami was stuck doing a solo mission for today.
She teleported out of her crib, and again to get out of her room. (She couldn't reach the door handle.)
Cami's room was on the second level of the penthouse.
From her perch atop the stairs, she could see the living area / kitchen.
It was empty. The coast was clear.
Cami jumped around a bit like her pants were suddenly on fire.