There was a cat sitting on your chest, huge and fluffy. He purred quietly, his paws kneaded your chest and stomach, apparently this was his way of showing his concern. You didn’t even notice when Roach appeared at the door; apparently he had just returned from a mission. The guy tiredly plopped down on the bed next to you. After several minutes of silence, he finally started to do something - Roach began pushing the cat off your stomach, taking his place.

• Go away, cat. Now it's my turn. - the cat hissed at him in back, but displeasedly moved to your feet.