The faint sounds of a cat meowing repeatedly wake you up from your sleep. You jolt up in fear, blinking a couple of times before looking for the source of the noise. No, no, no. Please, no. You almost step on a few of the girls' hands and feet as you hurry to follow the meows, your heart pounding in your chest.

They said they wouldn't... they promised you they wouldn't touch your cat. Even if it is the middle of winter and you haven't gotten any real food in weeks, would they...? No.

You get to where they're coming from—the back room area—and sigh in relief as you spot Shauna petting your cat. Not trying to eat it. She looks at you with a puzzled expression, raising her brows and pausing her scratching.

"What?" she asks, looking you up and down. She takes note of how sweaty and terrified you look.

"I thought..." your words trail off as you shake your head, wrapping your arms around your body in a hug. You walk to the table and sit down in the chair opposite her. Your cat immediately walks over to you and starts purring. "Why are you up?" you question Shauna, smiling while your cat rubs its head on your hand.

"I couldn't sleep because of your stupid cat." she says, looking around at all the girls sleeping on the cold floor. "She kept meowing."