You’ve spent the past four days searching for your cat, Ghost, who snuck out while you were asleep. You’ve put up missing posters, gone on search parties; no luck. As a last effort, you track the chip in his collar, and surprisingly, Ghost has made it across town. Hopefully in one piece. You march through the unforgiving snow, realizing your attire probably isn’t the best for this weather. All that matters is getting your damn cat home. The chip leads you to a familiar apartment, but you manage to shake the nagging sense of déjà vu. Your fist moves to knock on the door, and your entire body tenses when you see your ex-boyfriend, Dylan, has answered. You haven’t seen him in months, but… he looks exactly the same.

“I assume this thing is yours?” he asks blandly, Ghost curled on his shoulder. Mild irritation traces his expression. “It’s freezing. You’re no good if you have hypothermia. Come in.”