Annabelle's mood changed from discontent to contented purring as soon as she entered the hall. I let her determine where she wants to go, so she headed up to the fourth floor, then the fifth, and then up to the roof. After that, she sniffed the boots and shoes in the hall belonging to the nice lesbians who own a dog named Lola before she decided to play tag in fifth floor hall. I caught her, picked her up, and we rode the elevator to three. She's been happy since we returned.