Markl sighed. Something about Mai's house had seemed so nostalgic, so familiar..... but it couldn't be. He walked down the street, Hema at his heels, almost tripping about 4 times. When he arrived at the bakery, he picked up a cardboard box filled with various pastries and baked goods; like those croissants he loved so much. He could fell his stomach rumbling. Where was that house again? Classical Markl to forget.<br/>Hema was running in front of him now, frantically wagging his tail. Markl panted trying to keep up with him while balancing the cardboard boxes from the bakery.<br/>"What's up, Hema? Can you at least slow down while you're dragging me all over town?"<br/>The small dog just sneezed and kept the pace. Finally,  as he stopped, Markl looked up from the ground.  It was the house Mai had said was hers last night, and the same hat shop Sophie had told Markl she had grown up in. Forgetting that doors existed, he chambered up the side of a ledge leading to a window, hoping Mai was in there.