"Tommy! I'm gonna count to three and if you're not here I'll--" A ball of six lives and orange fur flung past Montse with a screech that could rival a banshees and she followed. The cat probably has five lives and she's running with one, whatever Babadook minion that caused her cat to run for the hills like a pussy, she was gonna follow. Picking the cat up she flashed away to Freddie Mercurys gave right when a cold hand gripped her ankle and tossed her down.All Rights Reserved