(Later that night)
The two cats rested as Geneve took first watch. She waited until she could hear the soft snores of Gustav and Shipley and she strolled outside. Stealthily she made her way down the road. When she stopped she looked up. She saw the library. Geneve had always felt comfartable here, surrounded by so much knowledge. Calmly waiting for her on the shelfs. She nimbly hopped up the fire escape and into a open window at the top. Once inside she found her makeshift parachute and jumped off of the railing. As air filled the parachute she slowly made her descent. When she finaly plopped onto the beanbag she started her journey,weaving and winding through the shelves almost made her feel like she was at home. That was before her family deserted her. That thought made her realize how much she wanted to get to america. Getting out of London would be the hardest, after that it would all be easy. Geneve thought of a idea, she logged on to the computer and did a google search for a online ticket stand and bought two tickets to Paris on the chunnel. After that he turned the computer off and she walked out the door.