[ Cheerier than Cactus, far less tightly wound than Melody, the Frootz Cat waited once North was settled before she leaned against him properly. All the better for observing her person. There was no purring today, just the occasional noise in her throat to indicate concern as her twig of a tail twitched.

Carolina shook her head at the question, which seemed to defeat the purposes of even being here. Her weight shifted back and forth from the balls of her feet to the heel, reining back the instinct to pace back and forth if she could.

Silence did not last long, though. Her voice was a growl, though she could hardly say why she was angry - or at who.]

I have already lived them. I hardly see why I have to remember them again.

[And again. and again.]

This whole.. Everything. THIS is supposed to be a dream, isn't it. So why haven't we woken up.