The child had a completely different view of the world because of what had happened to her. It was mostly just a height difference but because she was much smaller, the world seemed colder. The chill of the world was both physical and a little bit emotional. A lot of things were scarier when you were the size of a toaster and it was a lot harder to do things. In fact, everything except maybe her ability to climb trees had seemed to have gotten worse (even climbing down, or rather, falling down).
That was exactly the problem right now, the small kitten was stuck on a tree branch. She had tried to get down but all she ended up doing was falling down onto the branch below it and then nearly falling off that too! She didn't want to try to get down again and now whatever had prompt her to climb up into the tree in the first place was gone, and had been gone long before she'd actually made it up there.
"Is anyone out there?" She called. "My name is Hypnos and I am stuck in this tree!"
If anyone looked up the tree and seen her, they would surely would think they were crazy and hearing voices but maybe they'd help the helpless kitten out anyway. She just needed a nice head to leap onto, or maybe a strong and wide back. Anything soft that would cushion her possibly fatal fall, or make the height less high! As far as Hypnos was concerned, the idea that cats always land on their feet only worked with real cats.
