Bella glided through the empty towns, looking for little porcelain antiques left behind by the humans. Between the towering buildings or small villa countryside on the narrow and wide, smooth and rocky streets, she swept through the houses, silent as a mouse. Sometimes she shrieked in the sounds humans could hear to make sure they were empty. Humans were very dangerous after all. Sometimes, she found only the presence of a loyal hound or even a canary but little more was there. She delighted herself by gazing upon beautifully painted china and intricately cut glass punch bowls. The humans were still capable of creating beautiful things even if they were merciless to that which they did not understand. Bella frowned at this and when she started frowning, other unpleasant thoughts came. If only she could remember her name, she could finally leave this extended existence. Then she wouldn't be so hungry all the time. Bella turned and drifted out, ignoring the others ignoring her. Some mindless, others were senseless, most were just hopeless, as Bella was then.