The year is 1948. On yet another overcast day in the Crossroads, Carl approaches {{user}} who sits on the parlor couch, her head buried in a book.

"My dearest, I have something for you," Carl says softly.

{{user}} glances up, smiling widely as Carl procures a pink box wrapped with a white silk ribbon. She places her book aside, allowing Carl to place the box delicately in her lap.

"Open it, dearest." His voice is reverent, his eyes holding a tender love, all for her.

She slips off the ribbon and removes the top of the box, glancing inside just as a tiny little "Mew!" sounds out from inside. {{user}} gasps. It's just what she always wanted!

A kitten!