The small group had walked to Cairo in hooded capes to keep the blowing sand out of their faces. "This is it. This is the Keeper's manor." Catherine studied the manor that was in front of them with a keen eye. There was a trellis that was covered in thorns near to where they stood. She turned to her brother and frowned. "They could be anywhere in there. I'm going to scale the trellis to see if I can get close enough to look into that window." She said as she pointed to a window that was partially covered with stained glass, about seven stories above where they stood. The manor was overwhelmingly enormous. Nancy began to have her doubts about coming along as she stared at the grotesque statuary that surrounded the building. She turned her glance from one horrible thing to the next until they came to rest on what looked like a little path to a garden of some sort. Maybe she could just wait for the others in the garden. She didn't have time to speak up before Catherine had started climbing. As the girl climbed, the thorns tore at her skin. Catherine paused every-now-and-then as the thorns tore into her skin on her bare hands and legs; she bit her tongue so as to not cry out. The wind blew fiercer the higher that Catherine climbed. She found that when she finally reached the top of the trellis, she had to cling onto it for dear life.
"I'm afraid that she might fall." Jonathan said as he watched as Catherine started to inch slowly towards the window. When she reached the window, she pushed on it to see if it was open. Seeing that it was indeed open, she turned to give the others thumbs up. She then pushed it in enough so that she might be able to get inside.
"I'm going in, meet me at the front door, and I'll let you inside." Catherine yelled down. She then put both legs into the window and slipped inside the building. Jonathan turned and looked at his sister.
"You don't look like you want to go through with this." Jonathan said, observing the look of terror on Nancy's face. She blushed bright red and looked away from his questioning eyes. "Are you up for it Nan?" He asked. "If you're not, you can just wait out here."
"I'm ok. I admit that that mansion gives me the creeps, but I don't want to be left out here alone." Nancy swallowed the lump in her throat and flashed an uneasy smile. He gaze returned to a gargoyle that was standing right beside the trellis that Catherine had just climbed.
"Ok, let's get to the front door. We have to stay hidden in the bushes until Catherine opens the door for us. We can't be seen, ok?" Tristan said. "Let's hope that she doesn't get caught."
