"This is Mrs. Ferret."

So Splendor's death hadn't happened. Instead, the front door had swung open, because there weren't any rugs on the flagstone floor to stop it. Splendor thought that was why the door didn't just swing open, it almost removed itself from its hinges and careered across said floor. Before she was anywhere near it, which was not always the case. Penetrating cold blew out, not in. The sun hadn't just gone behind a cloud on a nice day, Arctic winter had ...