At that very moment, a very dark figure slipped into the dark house. It was suddenly so quiet that you could hear a grasshopper’s voice. The gloomy clouds drifted away from the sun and shined inside the house. The guards were looking for him. Suddenly, he heard a torch flash on. Charlie saw the figure shifting and felt the cold of the winter breeze drifting through the broken doors. Shaking , he tucked into the tigers warmth of fur.