Cyllíeth thought Oh my...she just won't stop talking!Don't interrupt her...just nod and smile but after Firiath had called her attention to some old rusty cages, she was shocked. "bloody hell!", she shouted and ran to the cages."Polly!my lovely parrot...", she said sadly when she noticed that Polly was nothing more than a skeleton.Right next to the bird cage there was her hamster.It never had a real name 'cause it was actually a toy for Spot,the cat. "Hmm...the parrot is dead and that hamster as well but where is your cat?", she asked. She looked through the room but there was no sign of Spot. "That's weird...she was locked in the room,wasn't she?" ,she asked Firiath again. "Ah well...I always prefered dogs...let's go and buy some new stuff...and pets,of course" ,she suggested and quit the room together with her friend.