Cher stared blankly at the screen.

A heartbeat. The Flower Maiden was alive.

The first thing she did was grab for her phone. She had to call everyone. But first, she had to call Hubb.

She clumsily dialed he home number. Cher waited impatiently as the phone rang twice, and then-

"Hello?" came her husband's voice.

"Hubb? It's me, Cher." She said weakly.

"Cher? Cher, where are you? Are you alright?"

"Y-Yes, I'm fine. You wouldn't believe what's just happened!"

There was a pause. "What's that beeping sound in the background?"

"That's just it. It's the heart monitor."

"What? Are you at the hospital, what happened!"

"No, no, its not my heartbeat. It's the Flower Maiden's. She's alive, Hubb. We've done it!"

There was another long pause from Hubb's end of the line. Then, "Really?"

Cher nodded, even though Hubb could not see her. "Yeah. Really. You have to come see her."

"Of course I will!" Hubb said, still slightly in shock. "B-But, you'll be coming home after that, right?"

"Y-Yes. I will." She didn't want to, but she knew that she needed rest before she could come back. "I need to call the other scientists, alright?" Cher said.

"Yeah, you do that. I'll see you soon. Bye."

"Bye."

"Are you coming, dear?" asked the old woman.

"Oh!" said the boy. "Yes, Grandma, just a second." He looked at the kitten, and sadly put it back.

"You like cats, don't you?" His grandmother asked.

He nodded. "Yes. Yes I do." He stared at the kitten's big, green eyes. "I-...I don't suppose I could..."

"You want to adopt it, don't you?" The old woman said with a sigh.

"Please, Grandma! I'll make sure to feed it, and take care of it, and keep it safe, I promise!"

His grandmother smiled. "I know. That's exactly why I'm letting you get it."

He stared. "You mean it?"

She nodded. She knew that she would regret it later. However, the boy had wanted something of his own to take care of for so long, and this kitten seemed healthy, so she figured why not? She knew that he would keep his promise. He always did before.

He hugged the white cat tightly, as it mewed and purred happily.

"Oh, what's a woman to do?" She asked herself quietly. She paid the peddler and started to walk off with her grandson.

Toboe? Came a voice. It was a soft, gentle voice, but it sounded almost loud in his ears.

The boy looked around. "Did you hear something?" He asked.

The old woman shook her head.

"Oh." He said. "Must have just been hearing things."

It came again. Toboe, can you hear this one?

He looked at the kitten. "Are you trying to tell me something, little one?" He said jokingly, trying to dismiss what he had just heard.

His grandmother laughed. "She must be."

Toboe. Do you know who this one is?

He shook his head.

This one is Cheza. Do you remember?