" The cat spoke again, shaking you from your stunned stupor."The cat can talk." You spoke out loud, only the softest murmur against the harsh winds an... the screams of those around you. But it was enough for the cat to hear. His little ears twitched and the cat turned to face you."Girl!" It's eyes twinkled like star light, shimmering in it's head, drawing your attention from the monster that had leapt clear over most of the pond before landing with a loud splash not very far away. It's hideous. Shelooks to be in her early twenties, must be close to six feet tall; has a slimbut nice figure; and her honey-blonde hair and makeup are impeccable. She'swearing knee-high black leather boots with stiletto heels, a velvet skirt,and a fur-trimmed leather jacket. She seems to be staring right at me, nodoubt wondering how my dress would look on her.I focus all my powers of concentration on her mind, repeating the messageagain and again, "Listen to me! Listen to me! Listen to me!"Suddenly, a. She goes to Wendys, McD and other places through drive thru andeveryone there is wonderful, she can some talk like she used to 90 daysago with those working when picking up through drive thru; doesn't likeusing grub hub or ordering to her apartment, it just seems weird to herand reminds her too much of some things she doesn't like about the newnormal forced upon us.As a social introvert, the new normal poses conditions that are harderfor her than probably for others; she is used to visiting. Seeing the complete house empty I pretended and asked her where everyone has gone. She said that everybody has gone out of the city and would be back the following day. My mind started to workI by no means desired to lose this possibility. To my surprise, she stated that she wanted to drink. I said, “Come let’s go out and drink.” She said no we will drink at home. Because it isn’t secure, and she didn’t want to go out and drink in public. I asked her what she would like to drink.She replied.