No, Street did not come out of nowhere, there. It's all explained in this chapter. And sorry for the really long wait, but I could not get in the mindset of a non-fluff story for a while.

Knock, knock, knock.

Mimi looked up from her tearstained pillow. Did Angel forget her key again? She opened the familiar door and found-

"Street! What are you-" then she saw the girl in his arms.

"ANGEL! Que paso?" (What happened?) Mimi led Street to the age-old couch and lay Angel down on it.

"I found her in- well- more like she found me- and then this man- he-"

Thoroughly confused, Mimi held her hand in front of her face.

"Street… Street! Start at the beginning. Where were you?"

"Okay… you know how I'm called Street?"

"Si" (yes)

"It's 'cause I live in the street."

"Si, si, si. What about Angel?"

"I found her there"

"In the street?"

"Yes!"

"What was she doing there?

"I don't know! Let me tell you what happened!"

Mimi stayed quiet.

"I was in the alley where I had been hanging out lately, when Angel found me. Before I could tell her it was me, she was attacked. I brought her here…"

Mimi practically leapt into action. She felt for a pulse; it was barely there. The held a finger above Angel's upper lip, feeling for a breath. After a few terrifying moments, it was there, but very softly. She ran into the bedroom and grabbed a blanket. She covered Angel with it, spilling a few tears on the fabric.

"Angel, please…. Angel, yo te necesito (I need you), Angel, por favor (please)…"

"Abuela…"

"Angel?" Street asked tentatively.

"I saw Abuela…" Mimi helped Angel sit upright. "She… she just looked at me, and pointed at you, Mimi. She wanted me to turn back-" she interrupted herself with one cough. Mimi smiled through her tears. Angel looked over her shoulder at Street.

"You… you helped too?"

Street shrugged.

"He brought you here." Mimi explained.

"You saved me… thank you." Angel leaned forward and kissed Street on the check. Street blushed and mumbled something along the lines of "Any time."

-

"And with that, you girls have completed your CatScratch training!"

Mimi was ready to collapse.

Mi Dios this is hard work.

She walked home as fast as she could. It had only been a week since Angel's attack, and she wanted to be home as much as possible just in case. Turning the knob to the front doos, Mimi shouted,

"Chica! Estoy aqui!" (I'm here!) No response. "Chica?" she called again. "Donde esta?" (where are you?) She walked into the shared bedroom to find a note.

Mimi-Chica –

I switched shifts with one of the girls at the thrift store. Be back around 10.

Love,

Angel

Mimi put the note down and walked into the kitchen in search of a snack. She opened the refrigerator to find some ketchup and a half-empty carton of milk. The cupboard only held a can of concentrated chicken soup and a box of saltines. Snacktime, then out to buy groceries. And maybe visit to the thrift store for that cute skirt…

And there you have it, your long-awaited update. Sorry it's so short.

Chat readers: I still have to figure out the next chapter and how I'm gonna organize that.

While you are waiting for the next update, read Chocolate Kisses, I really like writing that one.