eleven (original) (raw)

Grover felt himself falling into an abyss and then darkness enveloped him.

His eyes snapped open to reveal the inside of the local infirmary, with vines and the associated flowers intertwining their ways along the latticework of the walls. He'd been asleep, probably for a long time, judging by the dryness in his throat. All he could remember about his dreams was the screaming... and something about a man-eating toaster. It was best not to question his dreams, he had found.

The last thing he remembered was some kind of tentacly thing reaching for him and cooing at him in a familiar voice. He couldn't recall whose voice at the moment....

"Well, hello there." That voice! "I'm glad you decided to come back to me."

And then it clicked. Curled up on the pillow next to his head sat his cat, gazing at him with her bright green eyes.

"Didn't I tell you that you could never leave me?" she purred sweetly.