...She looked unwell. Worse than I had imagined. Her black hair suited her white nightie with sleeping flip flops. She looked like a ghost, a literal nightmare. She's the same colour skin as I, black. She twists her neck, rubbing her neck forth and back vigorously. Her cats gathered her like she were their queen. They adored her. I have something to tell you she says... This is a true story. Well I added and removed some frivolities. So I just figured, I'll tell it. They found her. She didn't get lost. She just took an adventure. SOME OF THE CHARACTERS ARE FICTIOUS. SHOUTOUTS TO THOSE AROUND ME WHOM I BOROWED THEIR NAMES. PLEASE FORGIVE ME. HAPPY READING.