Violet woke up back on her shelf, feeling crappy but pleased to not be dead. Someone had removed her from the glass jar. She assumed Chase because if Carl Johnson had been able to reach her, she would not still be there in Chase's room. Carl was gone and so was Chase.
She was not sure how much time had passed while she had been unconscious, but it was daylight outside, which meant that Chase was probably in class. She had some time before he returned. She tried climbing down slowly. Finally, she hit the floor. She crept over to where Goldie was curled up in the corner under the bed, licking her paws. Poor little thing looked miserable and Violet could not leave her there, even if she was not involved.
"Hey buddy," Violet said. "You want to get out of here? We could go and get a burger a
