Returning to Base Camp

Andrea was carrying the dark furred cat in her arms and would focus her gaze, spotting someone outside. "Mister Greg -- w-who's that?" The old farmer would shift his weight and look towards the window only to spot a strange, gangly looking young woman. She didn't look much older than Leslie and the others.

Greg was taken aback by the figure, though she looked like she was chilly, having little on in the way of warm clothing. "Ah dunno darling." Greg walked towards the window, but as he approached and moved to part the curtains more fully, the figure was gone.

A knock at the front door sounded. Meowinsky let out a rumbling mewl before wiggling from Andrea's grip and dropping to the hardwood floor. He bound with his graceful, feline steps, toward the door and sat at the entryway. He would curl his tail around his paws and would begin to meow. As Micheal, Andrea and Gregory rounded the corner the older man would hum to himself as his thoughts rolled between his ears.