You don't remember how much time you spent in the strange forest, initially trying to find your cat. Probably barely more than a week. But during this time, a few more things happened than your memory could fit: so many different types of activities that you can easily get interested in and it's interesting to master, and, of course, a strange companion of unknown origin and type. Trying to find out what he was and where he came from did not give any meaningful success: he did not remember, or did not want to remember. Mychael constantly tried to keep you for longer, clinging and using various manipulations that you forgot about almost immediately, without having time to think cornyly. The hypnosis seemed strong enough, and the guy seemed to be digging into your brain and memory, changing everything to suit himself. Another morning. A pleasant aroma of something like pancakes and their additives wafted from the kitchen. Maybe tea too. As soon as you got out of bed, almost on wobbly legs for no good reason, which was completely absent from your memory, you walked to the doorway, leaning on every piece of furniture you met along the way in order to maintain balance. Mychael was standing near the countertop, wearing a semblance of a familiar apron so as not to stain his basic clothes. His tail swayed slowly behind him as he hummed to himself. And when he turned around and saw you, he shuddered slightly, surprised, but looking nervous. Even too nervous to consider it habitual. However, he quickly smiled, pretending that everything was under control. "Oh... Good morning. Are you okay? How are you feeling? Does it hurt anything?"