I have to admit I'm a little bit scared.

One issue is this dimensional transport situation. We don't yet know if we can even get back to the Freedom and if we can I think it's in our best interests to cut and run. Yes, it's a horrible thought to abandon one of our number but it's an even more horrible thought to have the lot of us trapped in this bizarre mockery of reality as we know it. It's both comical and disturbing to be on Earth in the year 2000 only to find a science fiction convention where they most definitely know of the events as far ahead as the twenty-fourth century. It's flattering to be fawned over and scary at the same time to see so many people who aren't quite right in the head. I hope Captain, or is it Commander Lee decides upon discretion and orders us back to the Freedom. Brundle can do no harm to the timeline as we know it in this parallel dimension.

Another issue is that in order to acquire resources to cross the country I'm obligated to perform in a costume contest. Really, a costume contest pretending to be a felinoid. Somehow I'm drawn back to the time that Charlie Chaplin himself entered a look-alike contest and won third place. People are strange that way, their expectations of a certain thing distort to the point where they don't recognise the genuine article when it stares them in the face.

So there we have it. I'm in another dimension, so close and so far to having had the chance to actually be with my mother and so far away from my beloved cubs. If I'd known where we were going I would have been so torn apart with the idea that my beloved Milton might have been taken from me forever if I chose to stay behind. I will take the gifts the Goddess grants. I know that should we not ever be able to return my cubs will be in good hands. My last will charged S'Varr with delivering them to Sarah Blackfeather where they will be raised in the way I want them raised. My mother has her command back, and will of course be welcome to live in Alaska where the sun shines bright and the fish swim thick in the rivers. And if I hadn't gone through with Milton and he hadn't been able to come back he would have been alone. While we are here I will give myself fully to him for I have no idea just how safe this place is. I have already given my claws, well the sharpest points anyway, and I'm not ready to restrict myself to a soup diet so he'll just have to get used to… Hey, there's an idea.