I know cats can't talk like us... maybe they do in another world,I don't know. Oh! How I wish to be there! But I thought of a convo I would have with my cat if she could talk. Don't judge me,I am no witch. I just love cats. They are the lava to my volcanic misfortunes and the wave to my tsunami of a life. They make everything seem realistic and terrible... but in a nice way. You know what I mean? You don't. That's fine. Just read and reflect.

Walter Wilkins stops by an Out o' City petrol station after work and notices a woman being roughly pursued by a drunk. He sprints to save her but encounters a shocking realisation. Ever since that night, Walter's life changed for the worst. Or did it? Had he stumbled upon a new life of discovery? Or had he walked into a horrible nightmare?