Annabelle and I made our patrol. She was really happy this morning, trilling and chirpin. We walked up to the third floor and she was reveling in riding on my shoulder, running up and down stairs, when I sat down on the steps to watch her while she groomed herself between rolls across the linoleum. Suddenly, within the space of a second, she sat up, looked past me, did a double take, and bolted to our apartment. As soon as I opened the door, she ran inside. I think she had a close encounter of the unpleasant kind with one of the ghosts walking the halls.