The sound of a key in the lock shatters her reverie and she watches silently as her Mom rushes in and out of the kitchen, issuing directives and bringing the scent of greasy, cheap Chinese food. She wrinkles her nose at the scent. **Before, we never would have...** She looks at Chris, who shrugs and calls Luna to go for a walk. "Heeeeere, kitta-kitta-kitta-kitta-kitta-kitty," she says without much conviction. Unsurprisingly, the cat is nowhere to be found. She searches several drawers for the can opener before finding it buried in the dish drainer. "Here, kitty-kitty. Mickey!"