Chapter 1: In Which Bomba is given a Very Warm Welcome
"Hey, Dem, I've got a surprise for you," Munkustrap whispered to the golden queen who had been talking to Victoria about something that mattered a lot less then what he was about to tell her. Demeter gasped and whirled around in shock, he had scared her, "Come with me,"
The two cats began to walk across the Junkyard and Munk hesitated as Demeter stopped abruptly. "Bomba," she whispered. Standing at the other end of the Junkyard was Bombalurina, her sister who had been gone for over a month. She had gone into depression for about a week but if you think that was bad, you should have seen Tugger… that was really bad. Bomba turned around and saw her sister standing there, her eyes brimming over with tears. She hadn't cried in so long. Demeter looked up at Munkustrap and he just nudged her forward. Demeter ran into Bomba's arms and sobbed so hard, and spilled so many tears that you could have bottled them up and flooded the Junkyard with them.
"Shh, shh, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere ever again," she whispered into her sister's ear. With Munk trailing close behind, Bomba led her sister away to the comfort of her den. They sat there, talking about all of the things Bomba had missed while she was away. As they talked, Demeter leaned against Munk. It was getting late but Demeter didn't want Bomba to leave.
"Please stay, Bomba, I don't want you to go," Demeter pleaded. Munk looked at her with eyes that pleaded more then Dem's. He must have gone through something bad when she left.
"Alright, I'll stay," she said, giving in to her sister's pleading eyes, "Just let me go home for a bit, alright?"
"Sure, Bomba," Bomba walked back to her den. It was late. The Junkyard was almost deserted. The only cats out were Coricopat and Tantomile … Of course.
"Hello, Bomba," they whispered at exactly the same time, as usual. Nothing had changed about them, at least. She walked towards her den and stopped at the entrance, in all the confusion of the earlier day, she had not had time to come home. She stepped inside and sat down. Nothing had been moved, except for the fact that there was a small dent in the bedding where Demeter must have slept, pinning for her, waiting.