Hi, folks! I got my first "Author Alert" earlier… *sniffles*… this makes me so emotional… *bursts into tears of joy.* I'd like to thank my teachers, my mom… erm… oh! Yeah! AND MY REVIEWERS!! You guys rock the socks off of the Beatles! (And, coming from me, that's an incredibly high compliment.)

Now for the moment you've all been waiting for…

Disclaimer: You guys are too awesome to have forgotten that I don't own CATS.

Corico's thought-speak

Tantomile's thought-speak

Thought-visions

Random people's thoughts

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Coricopat's POV

"I told you that it looked too much like a Pollicle, Misto," my mate stated calmly.

"Hey, at least he's alive again!" Mistoffelees argued.

"I am listening, you know," I called. Jemima smiled and walked… well, waddled… over to me and hugged my snout, because I appeared to be a Pollicle of larger-than-normal size. I nuzzled her happily.

"I missed you, Cori," she murmured. "And, as you can probably tell…"

"We're going to be parents." She grinned excitedly.

"Yeah!" She then stepped away and allowed my sister to talk to me.

"So, what is this important thing you have to tell us?" Tanto questioned. She sniffed, and scrunched up her nose.

"You smell gross," she added. I rolled my eyes.

"Thanks ever so much," I drawled, sitting down. "I know what we need to-" I stopped suddenly as voices entered my mind.

Why did he stop so suddenly? Is he okay? It was Quaxo's voice.

"I'm fine, Quax," I groaned. "Hold on." He seemed confused.

What does he mean, hold on? It's not like we have all day! Misto sounded grumpy. I struggled to un-focus my thoughts from their voices, and spread my awareness further out.

Where are they? I need to find Tantomile! Electra's voice filtered through my newly-discovered mind-hearing thing… she was surprisingly close. I focused on her until I could see what she was seeing.

They were in a dark alley. Electra was holding on to something… Etcetera's unconscious body.

"Electra's nearby, with Cetty, and Cetty's unconscious," I yelped.

"How do you know?" Misto asked.

"I'll explain later. Come on!" I urged, barreling out of the building I had appeared in- a library, by the looks of it.

"Cori!" Jemima cried, starting to run after me.

"Stay here, Jemima," Mistoffelees ordered. She scowled ferociously at him, but sat down.

We had been walking for a minute when my nose caught a familiar scent.

"Electra?" I called.

"Great," I heard a voice groan. "Now I'm hearing voices inside my head. Why does this one sound so much like Coricopat? It's a ghost whisper…"

"Don't worry, Lecs," I said, walking into the alley where her scent led. "I'm hearing voices in my head, too." Of course, I had forgotten that I looked like a Pollicle.

"AAAH!" Electra screamed, jumping a foot in the air.

"Calm down, Electra!" Misto commanded. "He's a friend." Electra stared at him.

"M-Misto? And Tantomile?"

"What am I, chopped liver?" Quaxo and I grumbled. We smiled at each other.

"We need to get Cetty to Jenny and Jelly," Tanto whispered as Misto explained what was going on.

"So the Pollicle is actually Coricopat-"

"Not funny, Misto."

"It's true," I guaranteed. "Remember that time when you fell off of Pounce's rocking chair and onto me?"

"Don't remind me," Electra moaned. Then it hit her. "Cori! You're alive! And… you're a Pollicle?"

"That's what I was saying," Misto said.

"Guys?" my sister summoned. "We need to get Etcetera to the healers. NOW."

"I can teleport us there," Quaxo offered. "But what about Jemima?"

"I'll go and get her, and we can meet up with you in Liverpool," I told him. "Don't worry about us. Just get Cetty somewhere safe." He nodded and, before anyone could object, made them disappear in a flash of light.

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Okay, that one was REALLY short, but… I somehow felt that it would go on too much if I lengthened it. Next one will feature some luverly Cori-Jemmie bonding time… as he runs for over six hours to Liverpool… Poor Corico. And poor Etcie! Who knocked her out like that? I'm not sure yet, either… but I will have it figured out eventually! And, when I do, I will update! As Arnold Schwarzenegger once said,

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"I WILL BE BACK."