I enter the room and find it to be the kitchen. The room is as dirty as the bedrooms, mold and dust can be seen on a lot of the surfaces.

"I'll need to clean in here as well." I mumble to myself.

The kitchen is rather bare. Two or three cabinets line the wall to my right, a fridge stands against the far wall with an oven and a sink with a cabinet beneath it to my left. The walls used to be a white, but due to water damage and mold it was now a mix of black and grey. The cabinets didn't fare much better, the wooden doors which had been painted cream, now had no colour to them. One of the cabinets even had a door missing revealing half of it's contents or the lack of. The fridge was now rusted from top to bottom, it's previous colour now gone it stood tall in a mixture of browns, coppers and a few greys. The handle was in the same state, being nearly nothing but rust. The oven was surprisingly clean, I had a feeling the inside was the opposite of clean. The sink next to it being the only part of the house I can clearly say stood as clean as the day it was installed, a clean white porcelain stood proudly among the rust and mold like a beacon of tidyness.

I smile to myself as I walk towards the sink, I then place the blanket on top of the over making sure not to disturb any of the dials on the front. I then place one of the pillows on top of the blanket and the other one inside of the sink, slid between tap and the wall was a thick brush, probably used to clean dishes. I pick the pillow out of the sink and hold it in my hand as I turn the tap on. The water comes out crisp and fresh. I then grab the brush from behind the tap and dampen it under the tap, I then start to scrub at the pillow with the brush. Every so often I dampen the bursh again and continue scrubbing. Each pillow took me 5 minutes each. I didn't mind of course but I knew the blanket would take quite a bit longer. Before starting on the blanket I squeeze as much of the water out of the pillows into the sink to dry them as best to my ability. I then pick up one corner of the blanket and start work scrubbing, once again taking small breaks in the scrubbing to dampen the brush.

All together it took me just over an hour of scrubbing, the fingers on both hands where scrubbed raw and hurt like hell, but I managed to get it all cleaned to the point that I felt it was okay for Scootaloo to sleep with. I smile down at the now cleaner pillows and blanket and start readying them for the journey back to Scootaloo's bedroom. I place both of the pillows on my right shoulder and carry the blanket over my left. With them in position I left the kitchen and headed up the stairs towards where Scootaloo was sleeping. I could see Scootaloo peacefully sleeping through the open door. She looked adorable. A smile creeps onto my face at the adorable sight of Scootaloo sleeping and every few seconds one of her legs would kick like a dogs would when it would dream. I head into the room and place the pillows back where they where on the bed. I then, as gently as possible, remove my shirt from Scootaloo. As soon as I do this her face turns into a frown and she starts to sniff and move her head. She lets out a small yip and starts to hecticly flail her legs around. I then slowly and gently place the blanket on top of her. She doesn't stop yipping and flailing her legs.

'She must be having a nightmare.... Wait a minute, I think my shirt was keeping her calm. I mean it was only after I moved it away from her that she started to freak out. I guess I don't mind giving it back to her.' I think to myself as I curl the shirt into a ball.

I then slide the balled up shirt underneath the blanket and towards Scootaloo who starts to flail faster as the shirt gets closer. As soon as it touches her she clamps onto it and sniffs it, she then sighs and mumbles something too quiet for me to hear. Her hectic flailing and yipping had stopped the instant she grabbed onto my shirt.

'I guess without my shirt she probably panicked in her sleep about me leaving. She must have a huge anxiety problem about being left on her own. After losing her parents like that I'm not surprised.... I have to make sure that she isn't alone. I did say that I was gonna stay with her.... But can I promise something like that? I don't know the future.' I think to myself as I look at Scootaloo who had now taken to snuggling the shirt. 'I have to at least try.'

I then lift Scootaloo up and place her head onto one of the pillows. I smile then slide the blanket over her body, leaving her head uncovered. I smile then leave the room, leaving Scootaloo to sleep in peace. I close the bedroom door as carefully as possible, making sure not to wake her up. I sigh in relief when the door closes without making a noise. I look down the corridor towards the stairs.

'I guess I'll sleep at the table or something.' I think to myself.

I then take my time walking down the corridor, examing the walls and all of the dirt that had collected on them.

'Everything is coated in either mold, water damage or rust.... It's a shame really. This house must've looked beautiful.' I think to myself with a shake of my head.

I then head down the stairs and stop at the table in the living room. I take a second to look at it before deciding that the chair at the end of the table facing the stairs looked the most comfortable. I then take a seat and let my mind wander for a few seconds.

'It seems I'm not the only one who's in a bit of trouble right now. It's gonna be tough but hopefully both of our problems can be fixed.' I think to myself with a sigh.

I then put my elbows on the table and rest my arms in a cross with my hands facing towards my chest. With one last look around the room I rest my head on top of my arms and close me eyes. Finally getting some rest after a long day of confusion and cleaning.

Author's Note

What did you think? This story is going to be a slow one as you can tell by how it's going so far. So buckle up! It's gonna be a long ride.