[Curt shrugs again, and looks over his shoulder, clearly worried about that. He puts his fingers to his lips, shushing Stephen, never mind that they've been making a hell of a lot of noise, and pokes his head into the bathroom and the kitchen. He pauses for a moment before slowly turning the knob of the closed door and a peeking into the empty second bedroom.]
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There's no one here. Just another cat.