Sadie nods as she sets Augustine back on the floor. "That," says the fox, still sounding a bit rattled, "was worse than that time the bee got in."

Sadie shudders. "Don't speak of it, darling." To Frank, she adds, "Could you and Gertrude handle the barrel while Augustine and I find a dumbwaiter?" It might be more sensible for the souls to do the searching while the humans do the pushing, but at the moment, she doesn't like the thought of either soul straying too far from their respective person.