Aug. 29th, 2014

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Andrew can't find his children.

He's looked all around their flat, both the parts that are in New York and the parts that are in space. He's looked in the nursery, under the sink, between the couch cushions, and in the time rotor's casing, but they're nowhere to be found and he knows it's his own fault for being a terrible mother. He wasn't surprised in the slightest when he had a natural birth that resulted in a litter of kittens, but sometime between then and now he has the vague but pervasive idea that he forgot about them, neglected them, possibly for weeks. He certainly doesn't remember caring for them, only giving birth to half a dozen balls of fluff and then letting it slip his mind that they existed. Now that he remembers, of course, he's nothing but remorse, but they're long gone. James must hate him. Their children must hate him, if they even know they had a mother who was supposed to look after them.

Eyes rimmed red, belly flat without his brood, he wanders a disjointed domestic space that can't decide which of his many homes it is, trying the same places (or are they the same places?) again and again. "Please," he begs the rooms he finds painfully devoid of kittens. "Please, please, no."

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