“ i am ninety-percent sure we’re not lost. ” the cat cafe couldn’t have walked away, could it ? cursing himself for not having looked further into its location, he scours, half in vain and half in what felt suspiciously like the beginnings of trepidation, for a guide or map in his backpack. of course there isn’t one. why on earth should he have thought of making sure they actually knew where they would be going ? “ okay, maybe seventy-percent. we are not, for your information, going back until we find the cafe. aw, dangit. i promised the nice old lady i’d babysit the kittens for four hours. ”