If the young man was looking for a decrepit, dusty old home he was sorely mistaken. Several lamps were lit in the main entryway, and the crystal chandelier overhead was dimmed and dust free. The marble floors were spotless, and the antique wooden tables scattered decoratively throughout the main entryway were polished and decorated with fresh flowers. Several tapestries depicting the Italian countryside, Rome and several great landmarks of the country decorated the hallways. To the left was a pair of open doors, their dark wood polished to a fine finish. To the right was a single, less inviting door.<br/><br/>Directly ahead lay a large, curving marble staircase. At the top of the stairs a little yellow cat with bright green eyes peered down at the unwelcome guest. The cat seemed to raise up on its two back legs and hold onto the bannister, its tail twitching quickly with excitement. Then two darker colored cats appeared behind it and nudged it towards the single door to the man's right. They threw anxious looks over their shoulders as they vanished through the doorway.<br/><br/>Now the manor lay silent, except for the loud tick-tock-tick of a clock from the large room on his left. Suddenly a voice broke through the stillness, shattering any semblance of peace. "Who are you?" The voice was honey-sweet, and very certainly female. "It is very impolite to break into a woman's home in the midst of the night." The words filtered down to the man from the second floor landing, though their owner remained out of sight.