Deera woke up in the infirmary as people walked passed her. She looked at her wrists and saw restraints on them. She sniffed the air and smelled me. I stood there, beside the bed as she started growling.

“Shush, Deera. I will not fight you. I have been tried to be nice for the past few days. Please, let me be your first friend of many you shall encounter." I said as I took the restraints off of her.

Deera hugged me and I hugged her back. She and I walked out of the infirmary. I knew this would last.

I realize I'm still thinking.

Still breathing. I open one eye and see the lush greenery of a forest. I look at my back. All nine stripes are there. What the fuck?

"Guacamole? Guacomole, wake up!" Who the Hell is Guacamole? I open my other eye. Nothing but forest. I stand up and turn around. Someone's kitchen?? What?

"Guacamole!" A toddlers arms wrap around me. The forest I saw is just a picture.

"You're our kitty now!" I think, hard. I remember something about this toddler.

BUT FROM WHERE???

I look around. This house is... familiar.

Oh, right. I remember--------