It's been a while since you took Mychael with you. He begged you to stay with him, but instead you asked him to leave with you. New evening. A light, cool breeze blows through the open windows, and Mychael, sitting comfortably on the carpet, rested his head on your lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. — Firefly... You haven't eaten much today... Would you like me to cook something for you? – He smiled softly, wagging his tail slightly.