Scott waited until all three sisters walked back downstairs before he attempted to climb the stairs. He didn't want to get caught on a step while they were making their way back down. Climbing turned out to be easier due to the carpet but that didn't mean it was a quick process. It was tiring and time consuming.
Climb a step, rest. Climb another step, rest. And there were at least fifteen or twenty steps to the top floor.
He questioned why he was even going up there in the first place with every step he climbed. After all, staying on the ground floor was more ideal for food and water, but he had a giant dog to contend with. Upstairs would have better hiding places but food and water would be harder to find. Maybe it won't be so bad, he'd tell himself. Maybe there might be crumbs from cookies and if there is a upstairs bathroom maybe there would be condensation off pipes he could drink from.
Climb a step, rest. Climb another step, rest.
Maybe, Scott speculated, maybe he could get help from one of them. Nah, he was far too small to be noticed. At this point and time the most he could do is observe them. Close up and from a distance.
The front door opened. In walked a woman in her 40s with glasses and dirty blond hair, dressed in a business suit. Judging on her physical appearance Scott was able to guess it was the mother. She slipped her shoes off as she closed the front door and headed for the stairs. What took Scott over an hour to scale took her only seconds. She stopped one step below him and called out.
"Sarah? Mary? Linda?"
"In the kitchen, Mom." came the reply from below.
The Mother, larger than her three daughters, turned and went back down. Scott suddenly realized the danger he was in. He had hoped to have been upstairs before anyone else climbed the stairs, but now he wasn't so sure. He doubled his efforts, not taking as long a rest period between climbing. But the faster he tried to go, the more muscle fatigue slowed him down. He was two or three steps to the top floor when the sisters were at the bottom of the stairs and began their assent. The youngest was ahead of the two older sisters and ascended a bit faster than the other two.
Three chances to get trampled underfoot, but which one would it be?
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