Seven rushed back to its room with a whoosh. It held the bolt of the iron cage in its mouth and slammed the door shut. As if it was still worried, it took another small wooden stick and pressed it against the door. Then, it stuck to the cage door in fear. Its tiny eyes darted around as it stared outside.
"Gold! Gold!" Seven shouted. "Are you up, Gold!"
Gold lay on the carpet beside Amelia's bed. He didn't even look up.
Amelia was woken up by the commotion. She had slept early last night and had enough sleep. She rolled over and got up. She looked around in a daze and felt a little cold. She quickly wrapped herself in the small blanket and curled up on the bed like a caterpillar.