Still do not own anything.

The phone slipped out of Annie's bloody hand, falling to the floor while she clutched her chest. Even with the blood seeping through her fingers, she was determined to keep pressure on the open wound.

"Annie? Annie…"

Her eyes went to the bed. She could barely see Troy from the ground, but she could see he was looking for her.

"Where are you? Abed? Jeff?"

"Troy, the others are on the way," Annie answered him in an even tone, "be patient."

"Where are you, Annie," Troy sounded desperate.

"I'm right here," Annie replied to him, "I just can't reach you."

"I can't see you! Where are you?"

"I'm on the floor."

Troy rolled over, his eyes darting every which way, "I can't see you!"

"Troy, I'm right in front of you!"

His eyes finally found her, but looked right through her, "I still can't see you."

That's when it hit her, "You're blind."

Troy's face went from confusion to horror. He blinked a few times and let his eyes wander around the room.

"I am blind," Troy said, "oh my god, I'm blind!"

Annie heard the door bust open. A few seconds later, Jeff barged into the room.

"Annie," the color drained from his face as he went to her side, seeing the blood on her purple cardigan and leaking through her fingers. He removed her hands and replace them with his own, unable to say a word as the others came in.

"What's happened to Annie," Troy asked in confusion.

"You looked right at her," Shirley said, "can't you see she's bleeding out of her chest?"

"WHAT," Troy exclaimed.

"He can't see anything," Annie said, "he's blind."

"Why didn't you tell me," Troy was in tears at this point.

"Because," Annie was finding it hard to breathe, "I didn't want to alarm you."

"Everyone, first priority is Annie," Jack said, maintaining a cool head, "we need to stitch her up, right now."

Gwen kneeled down next to Jeff, "I'll stitch her up. Jeff, I can take it from here."

Jeff didn't budge.

"She's in capable hands," Gwen said, "please let me take her."

He glanced over to her, "If I let go, she'll bleed out."

"She won't, trust me," Gwen reassured him.

"Let her," Annie's breaths were becoming short, "take me. Please Jeff."

His eyes peered into Annie's, which were pleading with him to give her over to Gwen. He sighed and removed his hands, Gwen stepping in quickly to take over putting pressure on the wound.

"Jeff, step back. Britta, Abed, assist Gwen," Jack commanded.

Britta and Abed shoved passed Jeff, Abed looking calm and collected while Britta look like she was going to get sick.

"We need to move her to the other room," Gwen said to them, "take her arms."

Abed and Britta hooked their arms around around Annie's, lifting her up. They guided Gwen, who was walking backwards, toward the door as she still held her hands against Annie.

"I think I found what attacked Annie," Pierce said, pointing to the ground.

Rex bent down and examined the lifeless body of a black and white cat. It looked nothing like the creature they had shot, but the dried blood on its paws and face made it the culprit.

"Rex, Pierce, take this cat and whatever we just shot and get them set up for testing," Jack told them.

They nodded, filing out of the room with the cat in hand. Jack looked Jeff over, noticing how lost and out of it he seemed as he stared at the blood on his hands.

"Shirley, help Jeff clean up," Jack said gently.

Shirley nodded, taking his arm and leading him to the bathroom. Jack sat down at the edge of the bed, watching as Troy rubbed his eyes and opened them repeatedly.

"Do you remember who I am," Jack asked.

"Captain Jack," Troy replied, "right?"

"Right. Do you know where you are?"

"No."

"You're in a hotel room, on Gwen's bed," Jack told him, "you remember Gwen, right?"

Troy nodded.

"We're going to do everything we can for you."

"You're going to get my sight back?"

Jack leaned forward, putting a hand to Troy's forehead. He was still boiling hot.

"No guarantees on that one," Jack replied, "but we're going to try our hardest."

Gwen, Abed, and Britta brought Annie back into Gwen's room, laying her on the bed next to Troy.

"She lost a lot of blood, but she'll live," Gwen reported to Jack.

"She was bitten twice," Abed said, "once on her ankle, once on her calf."

"And the wound in her chest," Jack asked.

"We think that's where it finally pounced on her and attempted to tear her chest open," Britta said somberly.

Troy felt around on the bed for a moment before finding Annie's hand, grasping it tightly.

"I didn't hear any of it," Troy said in a quiet voice, "if I heard something I could have done something."

"You wouldn't have been able to do anything," Gwen said, "you can't see anything."

"I can still hear," Troy said, "I'm not completely handicapped."

Britta was already feeling Annie's forehead and cheeks, "The fever is starting."

Jeff stepped back into the room with Shirley behind him, his hands completely clean of blood.

"I told you she was in capable hands," Gwen said to Jeff.

Jeff remained silent.

"I'm going to give you more medicine Troy," Jack said, "and let you rest. The rest of us are going to see what answers we can get from the cat and that creature."

"I want to stay here," Jeff said.

"They'll both be asleep," Shirley said, "it'll be more useful if you were with us."

"Fine," Jeff turned and left the room.

"He really cares about, Annie," Abed said, "and he's also feeling sorry for Troy."

Jack gave Troy his medicine, standing up and facing the door, "We need to go out there and figure out what the hell this thing is."

He walked out of the room, Abed following a few moments later. Britta and Shirley exchanged worried looks.

"Should I feel guilty about this," Britta asked, "like this is all my fault?"

"No," Shirley said, "none of this is your fault. Like Annie said, we fell into it."

"More like I got myself bit into it," Troy said sleepily.

"Troy, you should rest," Shirley said, "and it's not your fault either. You just felt sorry for a poor stray. You had no idea it was a beast in waiting."

"They're waiting for us out there," Britta said, motioning to the door, "Someone will be back to check on you guys, okay?"

Troy had already fallen asleep, his grip loosening slightly on Annie's hand.

"Nice of you to finally join us," Rex said as Britta and Shirley joined the others in the kitchenette.

"And since you two missed it," Gwen said, "we just found out that the cat and the thing we shot down are the same species. Looks like we don't need that lab result anymore."

"The cat was infected with an alien parasite that causes it to change shape," Jack continued, "the reason our creature didn't change back to a cat was because it died before it could."

"So, they're cats," Shirley said, "all of them."

"And how did the cat die," Britta asked, "Annie never said how she killed it."

"Blunt force trauma," Abed said, striding over to the door to Gwen's room.

He opened it and revealed a dark brown stain on the door, "She slammed the door on it numerous times."

The corner of Jeff's lip turned up briefly, proud that she managed to fight the beast off.

"Wait, you said it was a parasite that infected these cats," Britta said, "and if we killed two, how many others could be out there?"

"Who knows," Rex shrugged, "maybe ten, maybe a hundred."

"We can't possibly kill all of them," Pierce said.

"We can if we find the source," Jack said, "which we can track since the parasite got extracted from our cat here."

"I think we should give a name to these things," Abed said, "so we can stop calling them things."

"Would you like to do the honors then," Jack asked.

Abed looked up in thought, "Grimalkin."

"Not bad," Jack replied, "Grimalkin it is."

"Got the tracker working," Gwen said, grinning.

"Let's go find this source," Jack said excitedly.

"Captain," Jeff finally spoke up, "can I stay here? To watch over Troy and Annie?"

Jack shook his head, "We'll need all hands on deck."

"Then who's going to make sure a Grimalkin doesn't attack them again," Jeff pointed out.

"Lock the windows and doors," Jack said, "the last one got in because of an open window."

Jack walked over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I know how you're feeling right now," Jack whispered to him, "but you can't let your emotions get the best of you in this type of situation."

Jeff sighed, "You're right."

"Of course I am," Jack said, "I'm the Captain."

"That's where I got that from," Jeff said, giving him a small smile.

"You know, maybe we should wait this out one more day," Shirley suggested, "get some rest before we go attack this thing. It'll do us a lot of good."

"I'm inclined to second that suggestion," Pierce said.

Gwen and Rex looked to Jack for approval.

"That's actually a good suggestion," Jack said looking to everyone, "Tomorrow. 8 am sharp. Meet here and be prepared to hunt down the source."

"I'm staying here, Captain," Jeff said to Jack.

"You really care about this girl," Jack said to him.

"And Troy," Jeff added.

Jack rolled his eyes, "I saw the way you looked at her, the way you reacted when you saw her bleeding on the floor."

"We all did, actually," Gwen added.

"That doesn't mean I care about Troy any less," Jeff defended, "he got bit first."

Jack chuckled and shook his head, "You can stay."

"Um, I believe I'm now without a room," Gwen crossed her arms.

"You can share with me," Jack replied.

"What about me," Rex asked.

"Britta, don't take this the wrong way," Jack said, "but your cats might be a danger, so I'm sending Rex with you."

"What," Rex and Britta exclaimed.

"Didn't you mention one cat hiding under the bed," Jack said, "I'm not risking you getting bit. That's why Rex is going with you."

Britta rolled her eyes and looked to Rex, "I hope you don't mind the couch."

"As long as it doesn't shoot me in the arm, I don't mind at all," Rex shot back.

"Behave you two," Gwen said sternly.

"Right, see all of you tomorrow morning," Jack said, waving to everyone.