Hello, Old Friend.

The Cat

"Mmmm, a curious thing. Isn't it?" He pushed off the table. "Do you remember mine?"

I watched him as he moved around me. His movements remained feline and he had grown a curious sly smile.

"I'm still recollecting my memories." I said flatly, keeping my eyes on him. "How did you know my name?"

"Hm." He purred. "No matter this and no matter that."

The man made his way to a regular coffee maker and began pouring two cups.
"Coffee? I know you enjoy it black. Correct?"

"I don't-I can't remember."

"You do." He handed me the styrophome cup.

I took it and felt the warmth, taking in the strong and familiar smell. I looked to the feline man and he was sipping on his, while also eyeing me.

Bringing the cup up, I sipped the plain coffee. Closing my eyes and sighing, I felt a familiar feeling. Not of emotion, but more in a sense of deja vu. I tried pushing my thoughts for a name, but only saw flashes of feline man here.
Flashes of him talking, cup in hand. Laughing and turning into cat form to run away from another man.
This man was tall and blonde, unlike feline man and Karau. Only seeing the back of him, the vision fades before I could remember any context.
My eyes narrowed, trying to grab onto something else. Anything else.

"Clara?"

I looked up to feline man and back to my cup.

"You were right. It's best this way." I looked back up and around the place.

There's a bit of silence before he breaks it.

"You look a mess. You should head over to the restrooms, dear. Get the bits of sand out of your hair."
He watched me look around for a moment.
"Oh, yes. Go straight, from where you're facing, and past the bookshelves. Look left and you'll see the sign down further on the wall."

I nodded in response and walked towards that direction.
The shelves were filled, some over filled, with books of all genres. My eyes grazed some if the titles as I made my way to the back wall. Down further, a rustic sign that read "Restroom" stuck out from a doorway.

They were single restrooms, no signs indicating womans or mens.
I took to the one left of me.
The walls were tattered and faded green wallpaper. As for the floors, they were old dark wood. The rough appearance matched my own.

He was definitely right. My light brown hair was tussled all around with sand mixed in. I had a small surface injury above my right brow. Which would be expected from the fall.
I ran my thumb over it, making it fade away. I shook my hair, ridding of as much sand possible. Washed up my face and ran my fingers through my hair.
"That's better." I sighed, looking around again.

Another memory jolted into my senses.

I flung open the door to the restroom to see the blonde man. Only this time I could see his face, beaten and more sinister than before.
I was yelling at him, asking him what he was doing and yelling about Karau.
I spun around to the hand placed on my shoulder, it was the feline man. Amrak, I called him. I couldn't make out my own words, only the look of worry on his face. He pulled me forward and everything snapped back.

Feline man was holding my shoulders and I was standing outside of the restroom.
"Amrak."
His eyes faded from wide to relaxed.
"Yes, dear Clara."
"The God of Karma."
He seemed to purr in response and flashed yellow/orange eyes.
"No matter this and no matter that."