HAT: This chapter's not much longer than the last. You can't blame me! I mean, seriously, I go from writing, to reading, to youtube, to netflix, back to reading, back to youtube, and then I write something else, then youtube, then reading, then netflix, all in, like, thirty minutes and this goes throughout the day when I'm on the computer. I'm pretty sure I've got ADD. You've got to be patient with me. Inspiration is not as easy to come to me anymore! Now I don't throw out one-shots all the time, now I've run out of ammo! So, with that outta the way, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I. Own. Nothing... much to my disappointment.

The feeling has lingered all day in Skimble's bones and he's been unable to find the source no matter how hard he looks. He can't find anything misplaced, any cat acting shifty, no strange or dangerous scents, or anything of the like. It's like something is either making him paranoid or warning him against unforeseeable danger.

I must look like an idiot, he thinks as he makes his way back to the clearing.

"Are you alright?"

He looks over his shoulder and sees Bombalurina. "Yes," he responds with a broad grin, though he's anything, but alright. "Are you?"

Her dark brown eyes narrow to observe him for a moment. "I'm fine... Remember, you can come and talk to me about anything."

He nods. "I'll remember."

Before anything else can be said there's a loud crash and glass-green eyes immediately scan the junkyard for the source before they land on a black and gold queen for guidance. Something itches in the back of his mind, something that says he's seen her aside from his memories. His eyes narrow as he tries to find something different about her from his memories of her, but suddenly a large silver and black figure looms above him and he backs into Bombalurina.

"What're you doing?"

"Calm down, Munkustrap," insists the scarlet queen as she wraps her tail almost protectively around the orange tabby.

Anything trying to claw it's way to the surface is void to try and obtain since the feeling fades slowly, but surely. A lump forms in his throat at the thought of his chance to retrieve memories having slipped away. Instead of trying to fish for some locked away memory he looks up at the furious tom, with a pitiful confused look on his face, though he tries not to.

"I'm sorry," Skimble says with a thick voice and accent and nearly kicks himself for the tears nearly shining. "I just thought... that maybe I'd seen her before, but I don't know..."

He can feel the persistent stare of the red queen, but he doesn't meet her gaze and instead gently moves her tail away from him and walks halfway to where his den was located when he stops and reminds himself that he doesn't have a home.

I don't have a home.

It crashes on him like a ton of trash. He's never been homeless, even in his false memories. There was no one that knew him, no one that could confirm anything about him, there was no one. Home is where the heart is, but where is his heart? Apparently with cats that don't know him, don't trust him, and he had never known. His chest squeezes and tears prick his eyes, but he quickly blinks them away and keeps walking as the night slowly tucks in the day.

"Skimble!"

He turns and sees Coricopat and Tantomile standing there, there eyes filled with pity and understanding. He walks forward and knows that he now has to sleep in their den for the time being. When he's within arm's reach they each put a comforting paw on each of his shoulders to lead him into their den. Before he knows it, his eyes are covered, and he's being led through the den.

"W-what're you doing?" he demands, arms out to make sure the two don't run him into anything.

"Patience," Tantomile insists to his right.

"And relax, we are't going to kill you," Coricopat murmurs with amusement to his left.

He forces his tense muscles to relax and when he's gently stopped his eyebrows are furrowed in confusion. "Wh-"

"We have a surprise for you," they inform before taking their paws off of his eyes and allowing Skimble to look around a room he'd never been in. "Your own room!"

He hadn't expected to stay with them long enough to be given his own room, but then again he's still a possible threat with the others, so he should have figured, but it's only been one day. "How long did it take you to make this?"

"A few weeks," they admit.

"We had a feeling that we'd be getting a longtime guest and started making this," Coricopat informs.

"We just got finished today. Better you have your own room than to be forced to sleep between the two of us," Tantomile adds.

Tears prick in Skimble's eyes and he smiles. "Thank you. This means a lot to me."

They hug him tightly and he hugs them back. Even if it's temporary, he has a home with them. The twins say goodnight and leave him to get some rest. He collapses in the bed and realizes just how exhausted he is. Two days. He finds it hard to believe that it's been two days with everything that's happened, but he's been keeping track.

Tomorrow's my third day... hopefully it's a good day, he thinks as he drifts off.

HAT: YAY! BS COMES LATER!

Skimble: *glares and sighs irritably*

HAT: Don't give me that!

Skimble: *raises an eyebrow*

HAT: Why're you bringing that up!

Skimble: *frowns then walks away*

HAT: That's not very nice! *crosses arms* Meanie... pulling an Asparagus on me... Well, since I'm left on my own-

Skimble: Review!

HAT: You muddaluva! *runs after Skimble with a stick* C'mere!