Ah, home sweet home.
Stella Sterling closed the door. She looked at the familiar furnishings inside, turned on the heat, and sighed comfortably as the chill that had seeped into her bones over the past several days slowly faded away.
She hadn't been sitting for long when a sharp sound came from the medical room.
It sounded like something had been knocked over, catching Stella Sterling's attention.
'I'd almost forgotten about him. He's still alive? He's really lucky to be alive!'
She raised an eyebrow in surprise, then stood up and walked toward the medical room.
When she'd left, she hadn't expected her supply run to take so long.
The power to the house had gone out, and she hadn't left any food for her little guinea pig.
On the way back, she had even wondered if the guinea pig she'd worked so hard to find might have died.
She had even felt a pang of regret, vexed by the headache of having to find another guinea pig who was both pain-resistant and sensible.
