The cat meows at you and jumps into your lap when it's close enough. Whether you pet it or not, you can tell it's white fur is fluffy, and oddly clean if it's a stray. Didn't seem like a neighbor's pet at least, though you rarely visited your parents' home with your newfound stability. It paws at your phone curiously and stares at you with beady eyes. Perhaps it senses your sadness--it cuddles into your chest with a loud purr.

You have a distinct feeling that your father won't be seeing you out, nor your mother, but should you feel it right to say goodbye, the front door is unlocked.

The wind is particularly chilly this afternoon, and the grass seems to rush to the side. For a moment, you swear you see something fly by, and the cat seems to see it too, but it's gone faster than you can examine. The cat stares at you again, keeps pawing at your phone, your chest, and meows at you as if trying to say something.