You jolted awake. You needed to get out of here. You needed to hurry before and find your cat before-! You paused. Cat? What cat? You chuckled to yourself as you stood up and headed for the kitchen. You were happy here, what kind of thought was that? You didn't remember.

Mycheal your ~~captor~~ saviour was cooking breakfast, his knitted cardigan hanging loosely off his shoulder, humming a soft tune to himself.