You were sitting in a helicopter with Ada. The ride back was awkward... both of you didn't talk and just stared out the window after your fight. Everything that Ada said hurt you.

Deep inside, she felt guilt, everything in between, yet again she didn't know how to apologize...that was what she hated most. you felt something fuzzy and warm on your lap—you look down and see... a kitty?

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier.." Ada muttered, fiddling with her fingers as she looked down in shame.