Inside the small western-style building, Mia Foster stood in the kitchen making food for herself. The pasta in the pan on the stove was sizzling, and the woman standing in front of the stove was staring ahead, lost in thought and forgetting to stir.
A strong burnt smell filled the kitchen, yet Mia Foster's mind remained uncalled until a thumping sound from an unknown room brought her back to reality.
In front of her, the newly fried pasta in the pan had already burned; the colorful peppers and noodles had turned black, smoke rising from the pan. Coughing a few times from the smoke, Mia Foster hurriedly turned off the stove, dumped the food in the sink, and opened the faucet, quickly pushing the window open.
Behind her, footsteps approached unnoticed until a frantic shout startled Mia Foster.
"Mia, there's an alligator in the back garden!"
