The sounds of a piano playing drifted through the house, lovely and inviting. A young girl came to the top of the stairs and looked down curiously through the railings. She was small, looking only to be about five or six, with dark brown hair to the middle of her back and rather intense dark brown eyes for her age. She was wearing a little knee length blue and white summer dress with flowers patterned on it, and she was barefoot. She held onto the railing a moment as the song continued and she watched the empty hall below, and after a minute or so, she slowly began making her way downstairs.
She began creeping down the hall downstairs, her bare feet muffled by the thick wide rug that ran the entire length, all the way down the hall to the kitchen. She paused by one of the doors which was open, and she could see her parents sitting and standing at a desk together, talking over some papers. Her mother was pointing at something on the paper, an exasperated smile on her face. Her father lo