Claire slammed the West Office door shut, leaving the two of you in the main hall. You'd already spent hours running around the police station, and both of you were obviously exhausted.

"Do you hear... meowing?" Claire turned to you with a curious look on her face. She couldn't pinpoint the source of the noise, until her eyes drifted down to your hip pouch and she saw a small bit of soft fur poking out of it. "Did you find a cat back there?"