It had been two weeks since Glen and Thierry's reunion, and, though he knew Glen was worried, and would worry, and probably be mad, Thierry just felt cooped up in the house, which Glen had cruelly trapped him inside (he promised cat doors towards spring, and to let him out the other day but there had been a blizzard, how stupid, Thierry was experienced in those it was fine.) and he couldn't stand a second longer of Glen messing with his "recording equipment" and getting annoyed when he or the rabbit they kept (and Thierry had named crouton, after those funny hard cubes Glen had that tasted awful) would leap on the counter (Thierry) or chew on his pants(Crouton) while he was writing, or practicing his cooking, or setting out ingredients, any thing involving the two animals and the kitchen lately, and it was frankly insulting. Thierry was VERY interested in cooking, and foods, and vegetables, he should be allowed to help, but no, he was cast aside like some little human who was very sad and given very little food (was wailed, on the cute little cardboard couch Glen had ordered online for him to scratch up), so that night Thierry pried the living room window open with his paws, which was incredibly hard, and made his escape. He intended to go to his little house, check on things and see if his human had finally come back, Thierry wasn't quite ready to give up and admit that maybe they went back home, had finally grown tired of his inability to provide, which would be terrible, he had Glen now who could easily provide for both human and cat. As he wandered the neighborhoods, he couldn't help but look into the houses of those still awake, and in one could see an interesting set of words. From what he could make out through those stick things on the windows, it seemed something was in his forest. HIS forest, what the hell? That was, again, his place! He watched further, and from the muffled voice he could make out through the window, it seemed to be a humanoid creature...could it be then? His human? Well, that made this fate then, and he took off, just missing the picture that came up on the tv screen of a very large, definitely not human, foot print.
He arrived maybe ten minutes later, setting off through the forest, and trying to ignore the unsettling silence, that seemingly engulfed the woods. He kept running until he tripped, or slipped? He hissed, scrambling up to get a look at what he stumbled on and saw...a footprint, or maybe a footprint? or a puddle? It was frozen solid, whatever it was, and it unsettled Thierry greatly, so he continued walking. As he finally came up on the old, run down house, Thierry felt that weird, unsettled feeling again, though he paid it no mind once he saw a form laying somewhat in the door and outside, at which point he sped up, was that his human!? He didn't have time to see, as whatever it was moved with a speed that was faster than he could catch it. At that point, he froze. That...that wasn't his human, he was sure, he looked down, seeing a footprint, same as the weird slick spot from earlier, right in front of his house, and realized with a whimper he saw several. He didn't talk, he didn't say much, but simply turned back around and walked home, to Glen. Glen, who in the morning Thierry would tell was right, he wouldn't be going back there, maybe not even in the spring, but he would never tell the human why, not ever. He just knew that that thing wasn't them, not his human, not at all.
