There, beside one of the dust covered shelves, stood Penelope who was staring at me in awe and fear.

"What are you doing here?" I asked aloud in a wary voice, relaxing my stance and tried to not show how frazzled I was by her presence.

Oh God, she witnessed me punching that thing. Dammit. I ran a hand through my hair in agitation, looking at her pointedly. "Well?" I could see her pursing her lips as she casted her eyes downwards towards the unkempt floor.

"I-I was just ...