<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Sound. There was sound. Not hurtful sound, not threatening; hope? was that the emotion lacing through the calling of a name that seemed directed at her like a arrow speeding through the air. Dormouse. Mouse. Herself? Perhaps, she thought it might be. The <em>voice</em> was familiar though. It was her someone. Her purpose. Cat. Kitty. Kitty Cat. But shoes? There was no carpet, carpet was soft and plush, you wiggled your toes through it...or was that grass? Still she lifted her head enough to glance, wide frightened eyes fleeting over objects she didn't focus on, no don't focus and then there was a blur of motion, colors of a bruise and pink, dead pink though, not bright. Cat should be bright. <br/><br/>Yet it was Cat. <br/><br/>"Cat!" Fierce came the whisper, tinged with relief, with want, with disbelief. Close her voice caught it, not drawing attention, never draw attention be quiet and soft, part of the wall. Flowers growing from the wall...No, no, that was not here. Nor was it there. She thought. Cat's mouse. Cat's ate mice, but she wasn't mice, she was Mouse, so named by the Cat. Did that make her prey? She shuddered at the idea and made a soft little meep, ducking her head back down once more. Small and smaller, as small as can be, if she was small enough they just might not see. Hiding, yes, she had done that before, under the bed, snuggled tight to the hard floor. Hatter's property. She belonged...belonged to no one, but that wasn't true, Cat, that was the only person she trusted that much, to Cat she belonged, she was the Cat's little mouse. Even if she ate her. It would be okay if it was her Kitty Cat. <br/><br/>A thump, a thud, a connection of flesh and stone. Oh no, oh no. She shuddered anew.<br/><br/>Loud thumps, hard thuds, they were bad, just why she didn't know but they were very very bad. Tighter, smaller, tight as can be but then came the whisper and it was said oh so gently. Careful her face rose, eyes wild with fright but they gleamed all the same, shimmering oddly for this place. Fear was there first but it bled away at the sight of the girl there beside her and she threw herself forward, arms wrapping round and lips dusting kisses. "Cat...Cat...you went away, too far away. I couldn't find you. Couldn't see. You left me all alone and it was my fault, mine I missed you Kitty, please don't leave me alone. I'll be good, promise, I'm yours are I not? Please don't leave again, please...." <br/><br/>Soft whispered confessions, a voice meek as a mouse, but then that's what she was it seemed, Dori the Mouse, Dormouse. Her body cuddled close, trusting and sweet, her face nuzzling the other girl's neck as she inhaled the scent and soft hands ran down limbs, making sure she was there. Was real. Was hers. Tears welled then, bright sparkling things and she wept into her best friend's lank hair, tears laden with guilt and relief, with joy and fear. "I missed you so, so so so much. Where...where are we? I can't remember a thing, just you, you are are my someone, my something. I'm yours aren't I Cat?"</span></span>