River smirked, eyes flinging from one place to another. "No, there isn't. And I'm pretty sure this counts as a 'we need' moment. Besides, life doesn't work like that." She mumbled, glancing at Wolfram. "When we find the crystals, we can probably fix you up." She uttered coolly.
Quiet footsteps tapped across the cool stone, nearly inaudible. The tortoiseshell cat walked to the edge of a boulder beneath the waterfall.
Memories flooded her head, of her life before the destruction of the cavern. The cat slowly transformed into an aging woman, weeping at all she had lost to the Pure. And of what else would be lost again to them.
She had left to escape the memories, but opportunity, and history, repeats itself.
Emily.
"Okay, because in a lot of… video games… and…" Toby's sentence trailed off. I'm just gonna stop right there before they think I'm a nerd. He thought. He looked around, noticing a figure behind the waterfall. "Um… mrs. Loson?" He said, tapping her arm. He pointed towards the waterfall.
