{*sigh*}

{My feelings have truly gotten in the way of my focus. My hands are indeed shaking, my breath is ragged, and I feel... alive. Ever since 1894 (when I died) I had felt bleak and emotionless.}

{Now she changes that.}

{But the question is... which "she"?}

I had finished talking to Mattie when Atlantica got up, dreary. I was about to tell her what was going on, when she did a spontaneous dance... and then fell into the floor. I gasped. Eralonia then came over, sniffing her. Atlantica grinned weirdly as she tried to pet the cat, but ran away. She stood up, looking deep in though. I looked strangely at her, confused. She then saw me, and rushed over to hug me. She mumbled and whispered things about "best besties" and "cupcakes", but I heard a thank you in there too, so I tried to smile.

She then ran out the door, dragging the light blood dropper with her. I gasped again. She was already across the hall before I knew it.

"She'll be fine," A voice behind me said.

Scilph was behind me, smiling. "Atlantica always figures thing out, even in the worst of times."

{Hello, Mattie. My name is Morris. You see, uhm... ah... *gulp* there is someone I fancy, obviously. That's why I came to you. Because you're a matchmaker. *sigh* Oh, forget it...

...well... maybe instead of you infatuating them for me, you could just give me some advice. How do I know when I love someone? I have had the feeling f love for awhile now... but the thing is, it happens with more than one person. Is that bad? Should I confess, or is it love at all? I request my answer be privately sent to me through Journal. Thank you.}

*muffled* Morris? What are you doing?

{Ah, uhm, Nothing, Scilph!}

*click*

I see her crumpled form, on the floor. She looks as if in pain. I can't see her moving. Closing my eyes, I dare not to look at her any longer. I float out of Scilph's room, and into our living quarters, and I notice a cupcake on the desk. I want to eat it, but I know I can't... it torments me... I throw it out the open window, which, strangely, still as light shining through it.

Pacific is on the floor, blood around her. I gasp. Eralonia comes to me, looking horrified. She jumps into my arms. I pet her, then put her down. I pat poor Nova's head. Pacific needs medical attention, and fast. I see her eyes slowly travel to me as I dart across the room to the phone. Turning my hand solid, I dial the Emergency Protocol Services, tell them my location. I also tell them to bring the Time Team with them as well. I hang up and look at poor Pacific. She is so weak and frail. I sit down next to her. I can feel ectoplasm welling up in my eyes. I wipe it away quietly. Her hair is in her face. I want to brush it away gently.

I have never noticed how beautiful her eyes are.

I shake my head quickly and let out a shaky breath, pulling my hand back before I touch her hair. I float into the kitchen and prepare some healing potions. (I had strayed into Scilph's private class on how to concoct these.) I leave it brewing, and go back over to the cats... I notice the blood on their claws.

I gasp.

{Eralonia...} My voice is fading. I need Speech potion. I go to my room... and the bottle is knocked over, shattered on the floor. I want to scream, but it only comes out as a weak whimper. The wretched cat has broken and lapped up the last of my supply. I kick her a bit. She hisses and almost slithers away. Nova is already under my bed.

I notice the scratch marks on Pacific's arms and legs. They did this.

I pick up the shards and crush them. They do not hurt me, of course. I float back over to Pacific. She opens her eyes gently. I smile. {You're alright... I guess.} She doesn't answer. I notice Scilph glaring at me, and refusing to look me in the eye. I shakily sigh, floating over to her. Only her eyes can barely move. Her entire body is stock-still. I see Jessica out of the corner of my eye, and it pains me so much to see her hurt.

Just then, Emergency Protocol runs in, with tubes and tanks of air and blood in bags and food and water and regenerative spells. I show them to the girls quickly, and the Time Team preforms some sort of ritual (which was already partly set up) and unfroze time.

Pacific coughs, blood dripping down her chin. Scilph rands up and immediately runs to her, lifting her up and putting her on the couch. Protocol gives her all the medicines and the potion I made to her. They give her some sort of breathing machine, and check her pulse. Scilph stands by them, her gray eyes wide. One of the nurses looks over and nods, and looks overwhelmed by relief. She then brings over Jessica, and tells her about what had happened.

As Scilph is talking, I walk over to Pacific. Her eyes are slightly more open now. I am glad everyone is alright.

Well... partly.

Morris' journal was in reach, and he was reading the words on the screen. He had readthe cry for help. He sat with his head in his hands, his mind racing. What should he do? He didn't want to see her hurt. He didn't want to see her at all until he knew for a fact she was alright. He-

No. This happened because of what HE had wanted. He stood up. No more feeling sorry for himself. Even if the girl he loved WAS hurt... he could get through this.

He floated downstairs to Pacific.

A pale, floating, see-through teenage boy is cowering three floors away from the chaos.

He is too afraid to do anything.

He wants to help, he wants to help so badly, but is afraid to see the carnage...

And afraid to see the one that he loves hurt, broken, and possibly dead.

When Scilph had screamed, he knew that he had to get out of there. He knew what would happen. He knew it all, and yet he couldn't stop her.

This was his fault. Now she would die because of him and there was nothing he could do about it. Because he didn't want to become frozen in time himself. His selfish needs had gotten in the way of saving the girl he loved.

Morris cried.

The small, white cat was shaking. There was a ringing in her sensitive ears, and her whiskers were twitching. Her eyes darted around, searching desperately for something, anything, to comfort her. She searched for Morris. She knew he couldn't die, he was already dead. No such luck. Scilph was out of the question, and Eralonia couldn't find her either. Blackie, the feral box, was inanimate, now just a normal leather chest under the bed. Jessica was still slumbering. Morris' Journal seemed to be buzzing, repeating the words [JOURNAL HAS BEEN DAMAGED. COMMENCE SHUT DOWN PROCESS] There was glass on the floor, and the book shelf had fallen over, just barely missing the cat. Dust was floating in front of an open window, with a single beam of light shining through it.

She slowly walked past the broken bottle of speech potion, into the room where Scilph was. She might, just might, get her to help. She heard nothing except her paws on the floor. She desperately wished and hoped and prayed that someone had heard her plea.

The cat weaved through broken wood on the floor. One of the support beams on the ceiling had fallen. She leaped over it. Suddenly, her ears pricked up. She had heard something.

A soft meow.

Nova.

She darted to the noise. It was upstairs, in Morris' room. The poor galaxy cat was shuddering under his bed, horrified. Nova looked at Eralonia with pleading eyes.

The white cat nuzzled the galaxy cat, and lay down next to her, their bodies close.

~It will be okay.~

[DELETED ENTRIES, ENTRY 102, PLAY-]

*shuffling* *meowing*

*muffled*{-maybe Pacific will come back, maybe she won't... Maybe Jessica will come back, maybe she wo-}

*LOUD SHRIEK*

*LIGHTBULBS BURTSTING*

*RINGING*

*soft meowing*

*glass shattering, liquid flowing*

~...I can speak. I can speak! Please, someone, anyone, come to Dorm 667... this is Eralonia, the cat. I drank some of Morris' speech potion... Scilph has... I do not know what she has done, but everything is frozen. Morris isn't moving. I think Nova and I are the only ones who escaped the blast. Plea~

*meowing*

*click*

*static*

[DELETED ENTRIES, ENTRY 24, PLAY-}

{I remember when you needed to talk to me, Jessica. Where did you go? Are you alright? I Will come and help you...! No, no... that sounds too clingy... Journal, delete...}

{Jessica, are- AUGH, I don't know how to start this.. wh-what do I say? How do I say it?}

*muffled mewing*

{Hello, Eralonia. DO YOU know what I should say?}

*meow*

{*chuckle* Alright. Meow meow mew? Meow meow MEW-ow, meow mew.}

*muffled* Morris? What are you doing?

{Ah, uh-uhm, nothing, Scilph-!}

It sounded like you were meo-

*click*

[DELETED ENTRIES, ENTRY 59, PLAY-]

{Jessica, I- *sigh* You make me feel alive. *muffled* No no no, that's too stupid...}

*SCREAM*

{SCILPH? ARE YOU OKAY? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?}

*muffled* No, Morris. Something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong.

*muffled* {What?}

*thumping*

*muffled* COME WITH ME. NO QUESTIONS ASKED.

*door slamming, silence*

[JOURNAL AUTO-SHUT DOWN COMMENCE. REBOOTI-]

I hover through cells, empty and occupied. I haven't seen Pacific in any of them... I wonder if she looks just like Atlantica, who I have seen before. I spot a huge... I don't know. It seems like mostly machinery.

Eralonia is in my hands. I turned her into a ghost- no, I didn't kill her. Small, living things I am psychical contact with, I can turn them into ghosts for a short amount of time. I have a hand over her muzzle, afraid she'll meow and give us away.

The Machine-thing is sitting quietly. It is motionless.

I float quietly through the left wall and back into the cells.