Step step.

It was everywhere, engulfing her with such force that she wanted to vomit. At first, Amelia considered the smell to be rather inhuman but that was the exact opposite of what it was. The vile odor that polluted the air was none other than organs in jars. Hearts mostly, along with some eyes and kidneys.

Emma led the way down the stairs, her nose wrinkling in disgust. An orange flame dancing slightly above her hand, she motioned for Amelia to continue to follow her. "You don't have to be afraid." Miss Bloom reassured her.

"He's not the least bit frightening." Millard agreed, Amelia gasped and almost forgot he was there. This would take some getting used to. Her eyes peered over at the jars, "Is he even human? I'm just assuming that's his breakfast."

"Course it's not, are you mad? Probably are." Amelia's attention turned towards the blonde boy who had just spoken. He appeared to be about her age, glaring in her direction.

"Don't be rude, she's new. Miss Peregrine brought her, she's from the future like Jacob." Emma explained, giving Amelia a nudge.

"That's just grand! The bird is now sending all the future children to the past! Isn't that the way to run things?" He crossed his arms, the sarcasm clear in his voice. "Who is she?"

"I'm Amelia. I like your basement." She quickly replied, immediately regretting how foolish she sounded. Tucking a curl behind her ear, she stepped forward. "What are those?" She asked, pointing at a few small clay men wandering around the room aimlessly.

He sighed, "They're homunculi. You don't have to be scared of them yet. They're not as massive now as I plan for them to be in the future."

Amelia bent down and allowed one to crawl onto her hand, smiling at it's tiny body. "They're perfect, how do you get them to move? Is there some sort of automatic switch?"

"Of course not, I give them life. That's what makes me peculiar. I can give life to things that aren't alive, raise the dead and such." He brushed it off as if it were just a common talent. Amelia's grin only widened.

"I can speak and communicate with ghosts. I enjoy deceased things, too."

The boy stared at her for a few seconds, uncrossing his arms and holding out his hand for her to shake. "I'm Enoch. Would you like me to show you more of my men?"

Amelia nodded, standing back up again and shaking his hand. "I'm Amelia. I suppose you already know that since I've already introduced myself." She laughed, placing the small man back onto the ground. Moving towards the jars, she was intrigued. About to pick up one that held a heart, she lost her balance and grabbed Enoch's shoulder for support.

"I'm sorry! Are you alright?" She inquired. "I almost broke your jar!"

A faint blush appeared on his cheeks as he cleared his throat. "Course I'm alright, just don't touch anything."

"Yes sir."

He scoffed, turning to face Emma and Millard. "What are you two still doing here?"

"Enjoying the show." Millard replied, wincing as Emma hit him. "We're going to go back upstairs to see the little ones. Have fun getting acquainted with one another." Emma replied.

Amelia moved her hand off of Enoch's shoulder, watching as Emma and Millard scurried back upstairs. After a moment of silence, she spoke up. "Do you want to show me the rest of your men now?"