IT'S SO SHORT I'M GONNA DIE! I'm sorry x

That was changed, however, when she started to research her patients. First, typing in their cat name only brought up a Wikipedia page about a musical. Typing their human names into the search bar brought up facebook profiles, newspaper articles, and people searches. However, on the seventh page of a search for 'Mark Stride, Munkustrap', that there was a website that blared in capitals "HAVE YOU SEEN THESE PEOPLE?" in a blinding shade of red across it's homepage. It listed the human and cat names of each patient, along with an accurate picture. Some were up close, mug shot style, while others were father away and blurry, as if taken from the other side of a window, or hastily shot while they were getting on the bus.

The man who provided contact information had a strange name: Mac Ceasars. Nurse Graves was strongly reminded of the patients at hand. Thinking they would want to know what she was doing, she pulled the website up on a large projector in the cafeteria.

When the patients came in, each of them looked at it, then at his information, and didn't seem too fazed. Once they had all sat down with that days lunch, chili and cornbread, she climbed onto the big platform and opened her extendable pointer with an air of dignity.

Tapping the wall the website was projected on, she addressed the crowd, "Do any of you recognize his name or information?"

Alonzo spoke up. "As the Protector," he seemed to find every moment he could to remind everyone of that fact, "I don't know him. But why would he be looking for us?"

Another respected voice in the tribe spoke as well. "I can see why people would want to track down some of us," Skimbleshanks looked pointedly at the two red-haired twins, "but all of us?"

"Yeah, and how does he know our names?" Jemima asked.

Munkustrap tentatively drew everyone's attention, lowering his voice to a whisper. "Well, there is one other who knows our names…"

Cassandra gasped. "No… you don't think?"

Jellylorum shushed them. "There is no need to talk of such things please, let us discuss it later." She looked as if someone was about to burst in the door at any moment.

"Let's see his picture!" Etcetera shouted, before abandoning her half-eaten chili and bounding over to the computer. In a matter of seconds, she had brought up the website founder's picture.

All twenty-one patients gasped simultaneously.

The man had a mane of ginger hair with black low lights shoddily dyed in, and red-rimmed, tired eyes that nonetheless looked frightening. It looked as if he spent his days lodged in front of a computer screen, or else in a dark basement somewhere.

Jennyanydots spoke first, to Graves. "Whatever you do, do not contact him. He was created with us, he just turned… crazy when Bast stopped giving him powers.

Nurse Graves decided not to ask, and closed her computer. "I'll take that into consideration."

X

Later that night, in the glow of her computer screen, Graves paced her office. The mysterious man needed to be 'treated' with the other patients, and if someone found him, he'd have to be turned in anyway. He might even be able to help with hiding them or something. With only a bit of reason to contact him, Graves picked up the phone and called the number.

X

Early in the morning, when all of the current patients and Nurse Graves were sleeping, the man opened the door, four followers in tow. No one woke up, he could tell, so he slammed the door loudly.

He chuckled, smirking when he heard Demeter scream. There was a flurry of noise and the patients got up, and Graves came running into the lobby in a bathrobe. Her eyes widened when she took in the sight of him. The four figures standing behind him were a tall guy with sandy-blond hair, a short brunette with brown eyes, another girl with tan skin and dark brown hair, and a nervous-looking girl with blond hair with black streaks.

"I'm Macavity." He said.