This morning, I was hauling a box of clothes downstairs into the garage. As I passed the laundry/pantry room, I heard a clicking noise. 

And no, the washer and dryer were NOT on.

Then I heard what sounded like high heeels head down the tiled hallway floor away from me. 

I smiled to myself, knowing someone was needing to be somewhere. I take the box to the garage and go to the laundry/pantry to see if anyone is there. 

No one.

I shrug and head back up the stairs. 

She needed to go somewhere. It's not any of my business to know where she is going.