[there's the house, and Fever just barely stops herself from breaking into a run - the expression on her face is that of a hound forced to stay at heel, and her eyes flick over the windows instead. no movement she can see. it's quiet, as it might be.
finally, they're up at the front, and Fever wastes no time rapping on the door, firm knocks to hopefully get her attention.
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finally, they're up at the front, and Fever wastes no time rapping on the door, firm knocks to hopefully get her attention.
seconds pass. nothing.
she'll try again.]