<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Freddie got off the stage, he had enough singing for the day. The concert, the memory, it was all to much for him. As he went to the bar he refilled his water downing it again. It was all to sad for him. "I have to get my babies." The man said not wanting to complete the mission without the two cats upstairs. "Sebbie, my babies." Freddie said as he pointed upward and reminded him. "Please, please." He wasn't going to ask again, he knew if the man cared he would go up and get them. As he held his glass he waited. "Please. If they can't come I'm not coming... " </span></span>