"Lizzie?" Feliciano asked worriedly as he stepped into the room,
Marcello following. I let out a relieved breath that I hadn't
realised I'd been holding and moved to usher the two in.  "What
are you doing?" I asked. "I thought they had evacuated."  "They
did, but they called me back in. Something to do with the
kitchen," he murmured.  "They let us stay since the mansion
belongs to our family." Marcello added, staring in confusion at
Arthur.  "Honey," Elizaveta said as she went over to Feliciano.
"Could you bring me some bleach and two cups of water? We can't
be caught out there. Make sure that no one else comes in here,
too."  Feliciano nodded and, after a quick, teary-eyed glance at
his grandfather, ran off to do as she had asked. Marcello
followed after him, leaving to go keep the cops busy. I grinned
at my two companions.  "Well that was lucky," I said. Elizaveta
nodded. Soon, Feliciano returned with the cleaning products and
a bucket, presumably used to having to clean something like
this. Elizaveta mixed