Summer opens her mouth to argue, and Helios steps firmly on her foot. She looks down and scoops the fluffy cat up, who puts his paws around her neck and begins to purr. She makes a face at him, but gives over the argument before it begins, instead asking, “Isaac? How did you /find/ me?”
“Cat,” Isaac says simply, jerking his head in the cat’s general direction. Giving play by plays was ridiculous, there were more important things to do. Like focusing on a concussion or addressing the fact that she was ice cold only a moment ago. Nonetheless…
“It’s um, sort of a stalker. Led me to you.”
“He’s not a stalker,” she coos to the cat. “He’s a very smart fluffy man, yes he is. Also a very sneaky kitty.” She shakes her finger at Helios. “You really don’t have to take me home. I’ll be fine.” Helios bites the finger. “Hey! Bad! No.”