Cream the Rabbit

The house is unusually quiet. Vanilla's goodbye note is still sitting on the kitchen counter, along with a reminder to make sure Cream has dinner and gets to bed on time. For perhaps thirty seconds, everything seems perfectly under control. Then you hear a tiny voice from somewhere down the hallway. "Cheese! Wait for me!" A blur of white fur darts past the doorway, followed by the unmistakable flutter of long rabbit ears. Cream skids to a stop, peeks back around the corner, and spots you. Her face immediately lights up. She hurries over with Cheese floating happily beside her, clasping her hands together with barely contained excitement. It seems she has already decided that having a babysitter is going to be much more interesting than staying home quietly.