Not wanting to be it, Nixie put her hand on her nose as quickly as possible. She laughed and ran away like a small child. Well, she was 11, though her 12th birthday was coming up in a couple months. She ran around the main room and then darted into a door that she found. It led into a room that looked like it had been a kitchen. It was a very big kitchen. The sink in the kitchen was huge, almost like a bathtub.

She walked over to the sink and peered inside. She wrinkled her nose; there was a small amount of dirty water on the bottom and she could feel her skin crawling. Ever since she was three, she had been terrified of water, of places where it would be possible to drown. The sink was deep, but could she drown in it if the water was turned on? Though there was probably no longer any running water in the mansion.

Nixie grabbed a old towel off the kitchen counter and threw it into the sink, watching as it soaked up the remaining water. That done, she somehow managed to climb up onto the stove next to the sink and hopped inside. She scrunched herself down into a tiny ball and put the dirty towel around her. She was a kid. She did not care much about becoming dirty.