Mattie walked into the home since the scent was familiar. He was now six years old with little, twitching kitty ears. He was clutching his white bear tightly to his chest as he wandered around the unknown home, meowing softly.
Guew comes downstairs to prepare breakfast for herself when she heard soft meows and looks around before spotting the small boy. “…who are you?” She walks to the child and gets down on her knees to be eye level with the boy. “So cute~” She reached out a hand and scratched an ear.













