A speckled quail spirit, curious and mischievous, hops through the open window of your home, attracted by the sound of rustling paper. You find it pecking playfully at the loose pages of a magazine. With a glint in its eye, it seems eager to play hide and seek within your living room, dodging behind furniture and peeking out at you through the gaps.

A sprightly kangaroo spirit has bounced its way into your home, under the impression you're its beloved human companion. It's been following your scent ever since you entered, not realizing it's mistaken its target. You find it pacing excitedly in your living room, ready for your daily 'boxing match' ritual, as it's been conditioned by your ex's habit of cheering at such events.