>Try to touch the cat as if we were about to pet a regular cat
>You reach down and pat it on the back. Your fingers feel no resistance, and they slide through its shadowy body as easily as the air.
>You feel a slight warmth about your hand for a fraction of a second, then something races through your head. It downs out all your other thoughts, all of your senses. With the volume and force of an immense bell, a lone alien thought rings through your mind: MEOW.
>Slowly, you begin to realize someone is holding you. No, two people. "Utsuho?" you hear Parsee shout, in an odd sort of way that makes her feel more distant than she is. You feel weak, like you've been running a lot. You can remember things, strange things. Nothing so complete that you can really recall it, but more like a dream mostly forgotten. You remember heat and darkness, both comforting and familiar. You remember motion in the dark, intriguing you. You remember music, but not the tune.
>You think you can stand, you're feeling less weak now. Both Parsee and Maribel are holding you, and you realize you are on your knees. "Answer me, dammit!" Parsee shouts.
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