<div class="floatright">(http://quizilla.teennick.com/user_images/B/BR/BRO/Brown.Eyes.White.Dumbies/1194110168_enPunkGirl.jpg)</div>While Sunny may not have been in the most stable mental condition at that moment, she still knew what being jerked around sounded like, and narrowed her eyes suspiciously, though the cat-eared girl could not see her do it. "<em>What</em>guy at<em>which</em>place about<em>what</em>thing? You say bad things. Things that go bump in the night. Even... Even though it was just daytime a second ago... If there are bad things here... You.<em>You're</em>here. How do I know that you aren't a bad thing? Bad things lie. Bad things pretend to be good things. Cats are sneaky... Black... Black sweatshirt. Black cat. I'm not supposed to cross your path. So your path should go some other way where I'm not. Cats are always up to something."<br/><br/>Sunny loosened her grip on her hair momentarily, pointing at the girl accusingly, but still not looking at her directly. "Prove that you aren't a bad thing." She took a cautious step toward the girl, but stayed in the light of the lamp post and looked incredibly hesitant to leave its faint glow.<br/><br/>Sunny realized that it was getting harder and harder for her to think clearly, her thoughts scattering before her brain could really wrap itself around them, as if she were trying to grab smoke. Some part of her was dimly aware that things were about to get bad, and that she soon would lose all ability to care for herself. Maybe this girl really was trying to help. But then again, if she were looking to do her harm, the easiest way would be gain her trust...