Book Four: Chapter 113

Kisa stood in the kitchen and scowled at the pantry door.

How many times had she wandered in here and absent-mindedly opened it? At least three times a day, and now that she was here again, she had decided to look through the whole pantry and discover just what it was that she was looking for.

Her missing memories really bothered her. She had just assumed that something would come back to her in the last few days, but all she got was static. Vivid images of the old man stirred something up in her that she couldn’t describe, but they didn’t tell her a thing about his identity or even her own.

Tink walked into the kitchen and climbed up onto the counter to pour herself a cup of coffee. She looked at Kisa and yawned, revealing a frightening amount of teeth.

“Stupid cat, litter box somewhere else.” She slugged half of her coffee and winced. “Blegh. Maybe kitty pee in here, too.”

“Hey, fuck you.” Kisa put her hands on her hips. Ever since she had almost fall