page twenty-eight | baby it's cold outside

[metalandashes]

Guessing this is the tree's idea of a joke. Anyone needs me, I'll be at Smoke's or patrolling like usual. Don't see any reason to stop. I'm pretty sure the cold don't affect me anyhow.

[pause.]

There's a cat keeps following me around. Big black mark over one eye. Kinda scrawny looking. Sound familiar to any of you? I sure as hell ain't looking after the damn thing.