While walking down the street, you saw a small black cat. It looked lost and you instantly went over to it and took it in your arms gently. You started walking back home, untill halfway there the wind blew a paper over to you. You grabbed it and it had a photo of the missing cat in your arms. The paper had a phone number so you texted the owner of the cat.

You went to the address with the cat and knocked on the front door, just to see your enemy London open it.

"Thanks.."

He sighed.