Panel 1: Senior looks away, and his tail is twitching quickly. "You know that drawer doesn't work... if there is anything in it, it must have been there when we bought-" He's cut off by a speech balloon from the next panel.

Panel 2: "YOU'RE LYING!" Roswell shouts, clenching her head with her claws in both hands. Her two eyes are shut, and the third eye is opened and straining, staring. "You put it there! I can see it!" Roswell hisses.

Panel 3: Roswell slams her paws on the ground, arching her back and rotating her ears like an angry cat. Around her, the paint is rising, floating upward and being pulled off the walls toward her. Roswell says, "That knife is meant for me! You are scared of me- you should be scared of me!" Senior whispers, "Roswell, I-"