New Timeline
Being the only member of the "walking dead" has its perks and problems. Eating, grooming, temperature, and messes were no concern of mine any longer. I remember how Yomiel had to periodically change my litter box and heard his complaints about not liking to see feline waste. At least he couldn't smell it. I am confused at why it's called "litter box". I never had a mate or kittens of my own for that matter. Why would we put our litter of kittens in there? It's not even warm in there. But speaking of kittens, now that I think about it, the old timeline is the only time I was an adult cat. I'll forever be a little kitten. That...kinda makes me sad. I do miss being more agile. I guess my fate of having limited range can't be altered.
Thankfully, my new family didn't have to put up with the unpleasantness of cat clean up duties.
There's one problem that I still can't beat even now: boredom. Jowd is at work. Alma is shopping with the baby. I checked in with Jowd at the precinct, but they're all busy with the serial killer case. I did speak briefly with the Good Detective though. He's concerned about Cabanela's "intuition". Apparently, this case happened in the old timeline as well and the white-suited detective solved it single-handedly. But the case is just beginning this time around. Cabanela already named the suspect's vehicle and murder weapon. I told the Good Detective to "let the cat out of the bag", but he changed the subject and said he had to go.
I told Jowd that I'd help if he needed me and then possessed the telephone. I didn't know what to do next or where to go. I spoke with Yomiel in prison already. He painted a very nice picture of me against the full moon. He was currently working on a portrait of his fiancée. I wish I knew how to paint. After about a half hour of conversation, I made my way back to the guard station to head out. Bailey and Daly were arguing over a card game. After watching the spectacle for a bit, I decided on a random telephone line and see where it led me.
That particular phone line led me to a lavish building with ornate hallways. Was this another part of the Justice Minister's office? I didn't see any guards there, but there were humans dressed in black and white suits. They were rushing to a specific room at the sounds of frantic screaming. The woman's voice sounds very familiar. Only this time it's not rage, it's terror and despair.
I entered Ghost World and was delighted to see that there were tons of cores to possess which made chasing the men simple.
I made it to what looked like a large bedroom with a high ceiling. In the middle of the floor was the Perfumed Lady "Emma" and a baby (the same age as Kamila) lying on the floor with a blue tinge to her face and neck. I recognized the baby as the Feverish Firecracker from before.
"MY DARLING ANGEL! She's...Oh Muses! I can't say it! I REFUSE to say it!"
I entered Ghost World and saw that little Amelie was indeed dead. Uh oh. What could've happened? I can't just leave this grieving mother here with a dead baby.
I made my way over to Amelie's tiny corpse and possessed her. I really hope she stays unconscious. What would a scar on a baby's psyche do? I have to save her...and fast!
4 Minutes Before Death
The Perfumed Lady is bouncing a fussy Amelie on her knee while writing in a notebook.
"Inspiration has been so low these days. It's as if ideas are evaporating just as I form them! Here's to the frustrating foe that is writer's block!" The woman raised her wine glass and gave a toast to the air.
Amelie began to squirm and apparently wanted down. Emma complied and continued to ponder over elusive ideas in her notebook.
The baby girl had crawled over to a round object on the lavender carpet. It was flat and silver. I think it's a coin of some type. She looks at it in awe for a bit. Probably admiring the shininess.
What she does next confuses me. She puts the coin into her mouth and pushes it around with her tongue. Strange. Alma always keeps small objects off the floor, so Kamila never got the chance to do something like this. I'm sure humans don't eat metal, so why is baby Amelie trying to eat it?
A few seconds later, baby Amelie starts choking. The Perfumed Lady practically throws her notebook across the room and rushes to Amelie's side.
"Don't fret, my angel! Mommy is going to help you! Let me get it out of your mouth!" She picks her daughter up and then reaches her fingers into the baby's mouth, but I guess the coin is too deep.
"Oh! Oh! I don't know CPR!" Emma runs to the phone to call for the ambulance, but then she notices Amelie has slumped over. While on the phone, Emma laid Amelie down on her back and began to press on her chest. Is that what "CPR" is? It looks like a painful thing to me. What would crushing someone's chest do? Whatever the reason, the chest crushing doesn't work and Amelie goes very still.
So, that's how baby Amelie died, eh? This won't do. I have to do something to get that coin out of her grasp. The little baby hasn't "woken up" yet. But then even if she did, she can only speak in babbles. It's unlikely that she would even understand me. But I don't want to take that risk. It's far better if she doesn't remember her death. And if I save her during unconsciousness, she won't develop a Core of the Dead either!
Something just hits me though. According to "Ray", there was another time, another "me", that wouldn't have cared if a baby girl died in front of her mother. A me that was only interested in regaining my lost memories.
That scares me. How could I have been so callous? Is it because I'm a cat? We cats aren't the most social beings and are very picky about our favorite people, but still...
That other me didn't save Lynne, Kamila, Cabanela, or Jowd. Even though I won't be able to converse with Lynne, Kamila, and Cabanela, I still consider them my friends. I can't imagine a world where I wouldn't save them. They have their quirks that irritate me, but I can't imagine being without them.
I shook off these thoughts as I focused on the task at hand. Getting that coin out of the way was the answer. I'll have to make the Perfumed Lady notice her daughter sooner in order for my plan to work.
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It took me a few tries, but I managed to save Amelie's life. Luckily for her, she won't remember a thing and just to be certain, I confirmed that she had no Core.
"The Muses must be looking after me and my darling angel! It wouldn't have been pretty if you had of swallowed this coin!" She took the coin and tossed it into the trash. "I shall be keeping my eyes glued to you! Here is to the protective vigilance of a mother!"
Amelie seems upset at having her shiny new toy taken away, but little does she know that she doesn't need it.
Satisfied with the results, I leave the room for the nearest phone and make my way back to the Jowd household.
It felt good knowing that I'd never show such disregard to these kind people this time around.
I curl up on top of the bookcase like I always do and just watch those strange, beautiful patterns of their lives.