The pair came to a halt downstairs when they saw the hundreds of corvids perched everywhere there was space available.
"Are you really okay?"
Cricket nodded, his head filling cleared of the thief's taint. "....Monty, what's up with all the birds?"
He opened his mouth to reply, but as they got to the lobby, a book flung at their feet. It spelt out the words, "Schrödinger's cat".
"Leaving so soon?"
An ominous looking figure hovering by the front desk. It was the thief, who'd used his shapeshifting abilities to inhabit the form of a Caucasian Shepherd. Monty flinched, instantly reminded of the hounds he'd joined the game to avoid encountering.
"I'd been meaning to explain why I didn't let you die."
"Ah, a favorite of mine, Schrödinger's Cat.
Yes, there is more reasoning to my choice than that.
It's a thought process, with the dependency of a single event
A cat placed in an impenetrable box together with a flask of poison, and radioactive source.
There's one preferab