“Rasmus!” We both yelled at the same time as panic overtook my senses. The juice Mikaela poured into the glass spilt over the counter. Despite the fatigue, I ran to his room.

“Rasmus!” I screamed as I almost toppled over the carpet before Mikaela caught me. Our horrified eyes looked around with worry but it was soon narrowed into confusion.

“Rasmus?” This time my voice came out confused and startled. Rasmus was not injured or hurt, but he was standing over the bed with a scared expression as he looked at the ground, his fingers pointing to something behind the table.

“There’s a lizard there.” I pinched the bridge of...