Inside the restaurant it was dinner time and the tables were piled high with the sort of array of food only possible in the dusk, enormous stacks of exotic famine spices, luxuriant conquest dishes, war's fantastic barbecues and death's more austere selection of food. It was loud, hot and very very busy and unlike the clothing store there wasn't much room to move.

He spotted the cat under the table and had to pick through the legs of all shapes and sizes under the long central table trying to sneak up on it while it wasn't looking at him.

He got closer and closer, creeping and creeping, trying to be as silent as he could.

When a death horseman crossed her legs and accidentally kicked it, startling it, he swore out loud.

There was an instant where their eyes met, one cat to another much smaller one, before its back arched, it hissed, turned and ran.

"Oh for ******** sake." he said angrily.

He couldn't run here without tipping the table so he was forced to humiliated creeping along the floor like a shamed dog, watching as the cat scooted along and back towards the door. He was forced to follow it. When a famine horseman stooped to pick it up with a big grin and a declaration of "Bonus food!" he knocked the guy down with a surprise pounce that tripped him, sent him sprawling and freed the cat.

Unfortunately this meant that the ******** thing nimbly hopped right out the door right in front of his eyes.

"COME BACK."