Covered in ash, Lizzy trotted sulkily down the stairs. She looked for her sister. She walked over to the sofa where Tatiana was sitting. "Tatiannnnnnnnaaaaaa...? My hands are all ASHY and my room smells like smoke now..." She frowned childishly. "My new baby doll broke its leg, and I got out of control again... what can I do about the smell? It makes me feel siccccckkkkkk!!" Lizzy carried on moaning to Tatiana, waiting for an answer. "And my doll is still broken!"