Pepe waddle down the hall and turned the corner. He sniffed diligently along the baseboard of the hallway until he came to an outlet. Beatrice thought it was odd to have an outlet in the hallway and even more odd that she hadn’t noticed the outlet as they circled the home. To be fair, the outlet was covered in a vertical striped wallpaper, which covered every inch of the hall – except the floor, which was creaky, worn wood – and looked more like a Christmas wrapping paper than wall paper. Pepe paused, lifting his snot and loudly sniffing the air. Whimpering and swatting Beatrice’s leg he sat down.
“Pepe?” Beatrice’s mother whispered, as she knelt down.
“This must be something…” contemplated Arthur, “but then again I am following a fat, little dog.”
Beatrice’s mother glanced around, taking a deep breath.
“What are you looking for, mother?” questioned Beatrice.
“There are no vents that I can see, and we have not seen a window since we left our room, but I swear I smell fresh air, salty air in fact.”
While Arthur, Beatrice, and her mother squatted down, crawling around to find the source, Pepe walked straight to the camouflaged outlet and let out a shrill yip.
Startled and concerned her cousins would hear, Beatrice swatted at Pepe’s rump without turning. The sound of gently rolling waves, sprinkled with shells rolling and chiming together, and a soft tickle on her neck by loose strands of hair and cool breeze, surprised her.
“What?” she turned.
The three of them gaped as the wall adjacent to the outlet gradually disappeared above them, while Pepe sat wagging his tail with glee and his nose touching the outlet. He sprinted out, immediately lifting his leg onto the nearest patch of grass.
Beatrice’s mother was the first to exit. Her broad smile lit her face and the setting sun improved her fading dye job. Arthur and Beatrice followed. Moments after leaving, the wall behind them returned to its place. Despite the setting sun, they all squinted in its brightness and the harsh wind blowing salty air on their faces. Moving forward and away from the house, Beatrice could not help but feel relief.
“Watch where you step!” called her mother, “This must be where they let Pepe out. I should have set him down ages ago! He would have led us here straight away.”
Amused, but not distracted. Beatrice began assessing the situation.
“It is almost dark,” she said plainly, “but if I remember correctly there was a small town not too far from here. Right, mother?”
“It has been years since I’ve been up here, but I believe so. We will probably have to pay someone to take us to the mainland.”
“The mainland?” stumbled Arthur.
Beatrice looked surprised, “It makes sense doesn’t it? This is an extremely private island, where everyone has and keeps their own secrets. Where better for them to go when they aren’t terrorizing the planet?”