Episode 6.....Parties and Goodbyes....Written by Michelle Murray
Rundown of Episode 5... Neil Luxmoore is saved by Trinkle, Lane and Taryn. A Druid Village is attacked by marauders. Two young girls join the Protectorates; and the women of IG1 and IG3 are assigned the grisly task of removing bodies of Druid Villagers. Kerryn Walker is shocked to learn the Protectorates are to be relocated.
L6-Torrens's Office: Kerryn stared at Lane Torrens unable to find words to express her distress. She honestly believed the animals and girls would be at Leviticus on a permanent basis. She lived for looking after them; now she would return to a mere existence. In all probability, Kerryn would still remain Torren's companion, but company with him was far different to company with the animals. Two nights ago she had gone to bed with him. Sadly she experienced no pleasure in the act; despite her earlier experiences of ecstacy in their games.
Kerryn: "Why are they being moved from here?"
Torrens: "The Department's found a better facility for them located between Astradyne and Streth" he replied poker-faced "that's all I know"
Kerryn: "When..when will they be told?" she couldn't restrain tears that streamed down her face.
Torrens: "I'll be delaying it until tomorrow evening. In the meantime I want you and Glyn to maintain the usual routine" he ignored her tears. Standing, Torrens approached her side of the table. Kerryn sniffed miserably, suddenly startled by him gripping her chin with his thumb and index finger, raising her face upwards. She lowered her eyes causing him to squeeze her chin painfully.
Torrens: "Look at me!! Look at me when I speak to you!" Then, as if regretting his roughness, Torrens sighed heavily "You thought the animals were here permanently, didn't you?"
Kerryn rose from the chair "I guess I did. I'll miss them when they go"
Torrens: "Yes, well...I guess they'll be organising some sort of farewell party"
Kerryn: "They are quite taken with Taryn Carlton, Trinkle's friend" Kerryn met Taryn while on an errand to the hospital. She found the young woman to be warm and friendly and not really that much different from herself. They talked about the cats on their way down to the Protectorate's area. Taryn had recounted how she first met Trinkle. Taryn had said to Kerryn "He's a very special cat" Kerryn glanced at Taryn almost reproachfully and replied "they're all special" Taryn was suitably chastened.
In the Protectorates area, Taryn was discovering for herself, just why these animals were special. They didn't seem to have the selfishness that humans possesed. Also she found no trace of malice in these wonderful creatures. No wonder Kerryn and Glyn loved them. How surprising it was that they didn't have the bitterness towards humans; though it would have been reasonable under the circumstances. What had happened to most of the cats and dogs was reprehensible. The only animal however to demonstrate slight distrust was one of the dogs called Reilly. Taryn smiled gently at him, her arm outstretchefd. The smaller cats surrounded her, revelling in her affection. Trinkle spoke to the dog.
Trinkle: "Come on, meet Taryn!", it was almost a command. The cat was concerned that this wonderful lady who saved him might have hurt feelings. Trinkle frowned at the dog until he approached Taryn cautiously. Reilly allowed himself to be drawn into her bosom; only after a moment did he feel comfortable with her. She kissed all of the cats who were nestled against each other in her arms. Releasing Garfield, Trinkle, Sylvester and Nermal she stretched and climbed off the bed.
Taryn: "I have to go back to my fiancee now. We'll see you again tomorrow for the party"
Felix M: "Thanks for coming. We've got a lot of plans to make, eh guys and gals"
"Too right!!", they all chorused in unison. Taryn made for the door, but Trinkle was determined to see her out. She gazed down into the cat's pleading eyes.
Trinkle: (teary eyed)"I'll see you tomorrow"
Taryn: (lifting him into her arms)"My darling. Of course you will. I'll give Neil a kiss for you, OK?"
Trinkle: "OK" Taryn kissed him again. Putting him down she left the Protectorate area. The cat stood watching as her figure receded along the corridor and went back to his friends.
In the hospital section of L6, Neil Luxmoore felt somewhat agitated. The bed was comfortable, but his surroundings, cold and sterile. There was a small TV monitor attached to his bed, though there had been no program worth watching. Initially, Neil had been savouring the extended periods in bed, but that soon wore off. He ached to walk around, to be active. Adjusting himself to a more comfortable position in his bed he turned to a pile of magazines on the tray beside his bed. He read these magazines, mostly TV Weeks and Bulletins twice over. Today's edition of the newspaper was expected and had been promised to him. His thoughts turned to Taryn. Briefly he wondered why Lane Hunter was so willing to help her rescue him. Could it be he'd have wanted her to sleep with him in return? Neil dismissed the idea with a mental shake of his head. At that moment Taryn entered the room, newspaper under her arm.
Neil: (pulling her against him) "Where have you been?"
Taryn put her arms around his shoulders "I've been down to meet some of Trinkle's friends. They're holding a party for us tomorrow"
Neil Luxmoore arched his eye-brows "You and Trinkle"
Taryn: (smiling) "No, duffer!, You and me!" she changed her position so she sat on his bed. His chest was bare and that never failed to arouse her. Absent mindedly Taryn caressed his stomach with her hand. Neil glanced down and covered her hand with one of his. Propping himself up he placed his face very close to hers.
Neil: "Well, I'd better get plenty of rest. We're gonna need all,our energy for those animals tomorrow"
Taryn: "Going on what I've seen of them, you are going to need all your energy - and more...", she cupped Neil's face in her hand, her voice becoming husky "by the way, this is from Trinkle", with that she virtually forced his mouth open with hers kissing him deeply. Neil responded ardently, his hand clutching the back of Taryn's head. After a moment, he withdrew.
Neil: "That's from Trinkle??" he grinned mischeviously.
Another person observed the two from his hiding place. This person knew Neil Luxmoore from the old days. From his observations of Luxmoore now, he deduced Luxmoore was close to the girl with him. The stranger could use that. He had returned from a terrifying place; he came to extract vengeance on old enemies. Connors, Wilkinson, Hunter. He decided to make his move after Taryn left the room. Evil joy swelled in his heart at the thought of Neil's face when he confronted him.
Down in the Protectorates area, the animals, children, Kerryn and Glynis were blissfully unaware of the events about to unfold in the Hospital upstairs. Scooby, Desiree and Felix J, three of the eldest animals, held a dog and cat conference. Lisa and Callisto were included. There was a party to plan. Trinkle and Garfield were the main contributors for suggestions. Trinkle informed them, that Taryn liked rock/pop music mostly; her tastes in food were eclectic.
Trinkle: "I can cook some hamburgers can't I, Felix, pleeease??" , the white cat sat down the front, nearest the two cats, and one dog, who were facilitating the conference.
Felix J: "Everyone'll get a chance at cooking something or other"
Garfield: "What about presents for Taryn and her friend?" Nobody had given thought to presents. As it stood, Taryn and Neil would never accept anything from the animals, except their friendship; something already cemented firmly.
Scooby: "The party is our present, in a way, Garfield. The party's gonna be all day. So that means an early start tomorrow morning", Scooby consulted his notes scribbled down before the conference. It was Desiree's turn to hold the floor.
Desiree: "Everyone", she smiled at every animal and child in the room "We get out of bed at 6:30am, then we organise groups for different chores: Trinkle, Garfield, Nermal, Sly, you're in charge of the balloons and banner; Felix's M&J, Freddy's M&J, Shadow, Delilah, Sassy, can you request extra air-bulbs as well as CB2 and CB4. All others help the two groups if they need helping" It was agreed by all to start immediately. One group went to enquire about extra bulbs. CB4 and CB2 would go with The Protectorates when they were relocated. Kerryn set about the task of making an inventory of available finger food and soft drinks. The balloon and banner detail, consisting of Nermal, Trinkle, Sylvester and Garfield asked Glyn to take them to the store-room to search for material to be used as banners. Soon after the assignments were given, all the animals and girls returned to the main area, the tasks partly done. The Banner detail return in a straight line, bearing a large sheet of white paper; Garfield and Sylvester also armed with textas of various colours.
Kerryn sought Lane Torrens' advice on the pneumatic bulb situation. Four extra bulbs would be allocated for that party. He instructed Kerryn that CB's 2 & 4 to be packed away at the partys end for transportation. The man and woman observed them from Torrens room. The excitement in the air was almost palatable. Kerryn had a dreamy smile on her face.
Kerryn: "They're going to get very little sleep tonight" The only one they spotted sleeping was Callisto; who was under sedation.
Lane: "Yes. They are excited aren't they, Kerryn?"
She shivered at his tone of voice. A familiar warmth began to stir within her. Torrens was excited, but in a different way.
Torrens: (voice deep with desire) "Let's continue discussions in my quarters". He embraced her; and turned her so she walked beside him and they set off for his quarters. Kerryn and Lane disappeared after an electronic door closed and locked.
In the hospital, the stranger bade his time. The first stirrings of impatience coursed throughout his heavy-set frame as he shook the numbness from one of his legs, caused by standing still for too long in one spot. The blonde whore continued to slather over Luxmoore. His face contorted into a mask of hate. God! He wished she'd leave the room!
Taryn: "Well, I guess I'd better freshen up. I'll see you in a while" she withdrew from Neil's embrace.
Neil: "Hmmm" he closed his eyes momentarily and then opened them again. Taryn had left the room. Gazing into empty space he wasn't expecting an all too familiar voice.
"Long time no see, Mr. Luxmoore!" Luxmoore turned quickly to face the other man. His countenance, strained as it was, turned even more ghostly as he faced somebody he never thought he would again.
After the Protectorates finished their evening meal, most of them went about the task of preparing themselves for bed. Some were gathered in front of the large television watching the news. Trinkle, excited about the party took an inventory of his belongings, meagre as they were, but precious. Rummaging in his tote bag he came across a photograph of himself, his previous carer and a preternatural dog named Oscar. All three were smiling into the camera. The smile faded from his face and tears began to fall. When they had been attacked, Oscar and his owner had been murdered right in front of Trinkle. Shuddering he turned to where some of the protectorates surrounded the TV. Oscar would have loved it here. Fondly he recollected a time, not so long ago that he and Oscar partook in some liquour. He remembered they'd consumed a quarter of a decanter of brandy and felt much the worse for it. Their owner had been extremely cross at first; then seeing how ill it made them, tenderly nursed them through their hangovers. Since then, Trinkle vowed never ever to touch any alcoholic substance again.. If Taryn ever found about his little experience with alcohol, she would be most upset. Now tears ran down Trinkles face as he drew the photograph to his chest. Female arms embraced him . Turning he faced their blonde nanny, Kerryn. Sobbing renewed he buried his face in her bosom.
Kerryn: "What's the trouble, little one?" Her gentle voice soothed him. Sniffling he raised his face to stare into Kerryn's. Glancing down at the photo she turned enquiringly to Trinkle.
Trinkle: "That was Oscar", he said indicating a Preternatural bull-dog "he...died..was killed. And that was Maree-Clare, our owner"
Kerryn: "Are they the ones that were killed?"
Trinkle: (nodding) "I wish they were here, especially Oscar. Those bad-" The crying started and this time it was more intense. Kerryn was powerless to comofort him, all she could do was rock him back and forth in her arms. She realised he was fianlly grieiving for his owner and little friend, something he hadn't been able to do before. It was just a matter of time before the others began their process of grief. Who would help them through it?, she wondered, in that new place they were being relocated to. Kerryn dreaded the end of the party tomorrow night, when Lane would announce their relocation.
L6 HOSPITAL: Neil Luxmoore stared dumbfounded and horrified into the face of the interloper; a man who he never dreamed he would see again. Red hair, piggish face and sunglasses, the truncheon, the only thing missing.
Neil: "I thought you were dead!"
Stranger:"Everyone thought I was dead. Actually I was dead, until a short time ago"
Neil Luxmoore let out a humourless laugh "So how the hell did you come to pollute the world again?" Luxmoore paid for his devastating wit by the stranger reaching down to grip his throat. Luxmoore gripped the man's had but it was too strong.
Stranger: "Now listen to me you little bastard! You'll tell me what I want to know otherwise that little slut girlfriend of yours is going to get done over! So many men will go through her, she won't know if she's in Hell or Heavan! Do you understand????
IG3: Governor Terry Walters checked his watch as he stood gazing out the window of his office. Only he knew the true identity of the 'stranger' in Leviticus. Walters was aware of the identity for a while; one month as a matter of fact. The stranger spent time recuperating on IG3 in a subterranian structure complete with the latest in medical technology. Of course Walters supplied the stranger with female inmates, mostly young, attractive and very unwilling. Some of these women were alive, but in a severe mental state, the others were dead by suicide. It is strange how this man came to be resurrected; he did not return from Heaven however; people in Heaven want to stay there. Another one of Ernest Craven's victims lie in the hospital section of IG3, not far from Walters office. She was still beautiful, despite an attempt to disfigure her with a razor due to her ordeal. She was little more than a girl, at 20 years old, tall with light brown hair that was shoulder length and flicked back in waves. Her face was tanned and she had deep brown eyes. A gash extended down her left cheek from the razor. In time she would fully recover, the physical scar but a distant memory. Mental wounds took longer to heal. She would never forget that Walters allowed Craven to use and discard her. Craven was gone from IG3 now, the girl told herself; but where to and who would he hurt next? The door to the ward opened and a nurse entered followed by one of Walters officers. The girl turned her face to the wall not wishing to look at either of them. Especially the male officer.
Nurse: "How are you feeling, Janelle?"
Janelle laughed bitterly then looked squarely at the nurse, a slender brown haired woman, perhaps in her early forties. "I've just had my body violated. How would you feel after that??"
Then the officer spoke "You mind your tongue, bitch!!!!!" Michael Bagley stood at 5 ft 9, heavyset, bald and with a goatee beard. The nurse glared at him. Then the young inmate made her final move. In their full view she slit her own throat with a razor she managed to conceal. The nurse and Bagley moved just as quick. They worked in tandem with the officer compressing the now semi-conscious girls throat wound while the nurse readied an oxygen tube. Luckily, Janelle hadn't severed her windpipe completely but had lost quite a substantial amount of blood in a short time. However they managed to attach an oxygen line to Janelle's throat and as an added precaution, the nurse placed a mask over Janelle's face. The officer and nurse walked away and the nurse turned on Bagley in in barely suppressed fury.
"Just what happened to her??"
Bagley: "How the hell do I know??!"
Nurse: "When Janelle Ingleton was admitted the other night, she had injuries, severe injuries to her vaginal area, as well as bruising on her inner thighs-"
Bagley: "Lady, I wasn't there. I don't know how she got those injuries, but I didn't inflict them!"
Nurse: "Then who was it?"
Bagley: "I can't say for sure, but rumour has it that Ernest Craven was here up to last night" Michael Bagley did not reveal what emotion he experienced that moment - but he felt fear; he also began to feel a strange compassion for the pretty inmate. Another sickness yet invaded the world; and that was the sickness of evil and he had to get rid of Craven himself before anyone else got hurt.
L6: The now excited animals were preparing to bed down for the night. Up in the hospital Neil Luxmoore lay wide awake and would not sleep for hours yet. Neil was agitated throughout the evening meal he shared with Taryn. Taryn soon became upset and cried herself to sleep in the guest section of the Prison. She sensed her fiancee's distress but was powerless to do anything to alleviate it. Minutes later Taryn started at the sight of Neil standing in the doorway clad in a hospital gown.
Neil: "You can't sleep either?" he approached the bed, noticing the one of the toy cats he had bought her more than a year ago. It was an exact clone of one of the preternatural cats, but he didn't know this yet.. Squatting on the side of Taryn's bed, Luxmoore reached out and lifted the black toy in his arms; his eyes were downcast; a sign of shame for the way he had lashed out at her during the meal.
Neil: "I'm sorry about before", he sighed heavily then continued "I've got a problem at the moment, one that I don't want you involved with-"
Taryn: (sitting up)"But, Neil-"
Neil embraced her, placing one finger over her lips "No! I won't have you hurt in any way. A man came to see me earlier, a very dangerous man. He wants certain information from me and he's threatened you if I don't play ball. He wants to know about Hunter, Connors..." he trailed off shaking his head.
Taryn: "Who is he?"
Neil: "Ernest Craven"
Taryn: "I've heard of him. Rita and the others mentioned him in Wentworth. But he died. Didn't he? Didn't he???"
Hysteria welled within her and she began flailing in his embrace.
Neil: "Calm down, darling" he rocked Taryn back and forth "it's OK. Everything's gonna be OK." Disengaging himself Neil held her face in his hands "Now listen to me carefully; now I'm going to phone Lane Hunter and warn him and after the party tomorrow night, you'll be catching a flight out of the country!"
IG1-21:00 hours: Lane Hunter was slowly falling into a peaceful slumber when his bedside telephone jolted him into reality. Lane swore while he jumped off the bed with fright. This bedisde phone was his private line; nobody had access to this number except James Thornton, Neil Luxmoore and his loyal PA, Sharon Cameron. A deep foreboding enveloped Lane as he answered. Neil Luxmoore's voice cut through his thoughts like a double-edged sword.
"We've got trouble. Ernest Craven's back!" Those six words sent Lane Hunter into a spin.
Lane: "That's not possible!"
Neil: "I'm telling you, Lane, it's real alright; and I have bruises on my neck to prove it!!"
Lane: (sighing) I'll take care of things this end. Thanks for letting me know, Neil"
Lane Hunter found no sleep that night.
L6: The Next Morning: March 12 dawned and with it a few of the animals. Little Trinkle was the first to awaken and as he did so, he stretched luxuriously with a smile on his face. It was not quite 6:30, the time the Protectorates agreed to rise. The young cat sat up in his bed surveying those around him. All were asleep with blankets covering them; the ears of the cats and dogs showing. Lisa and Callisto had their blankets drawn to their upper chests. Trinkle was happier today than he ever remembered being; it was a wonderful feeling of safety a last; being with his own kind - and a lovely warm hearted young woman named Taryn Carlton (soon to be Luxmoore) was another reason for his joy.. The cat rose from his bed and went to examine the Banner Detail's handiwork of last night. He and his Banner crew drew a collage of rainbow colours all over the banner and the words "Welcome Taryn & Neil" in flourescent blue emblazened in it's centre. Sly had done a great job; then again so had Nermal, Garfield and himself. Everything was just so... Taryns name was spelt correctly, as was Neils. However there was a hitch when Sly spelt Neil as "Neal" The poster lay on the floor. Trinkle bent down and picked it up, holding it at chest length and the collage overjoyed him. 06:29-57. Three seconds later Trinkle raced around throwing the blankets from his friends.
Trinkle: "It's 6:30! Get up everybody!!" The others were slowly waking up however. Freddy M sat up, stretched and yawned. Felix M, Scooby and the dogs ambled toward the bathroom for their morning shower.
L6 HOSPITAL: 7:15am While the Protectorates showered and breakfasted, Neil Luxmoore rose to greet another unseasonably warm March day. Strangely he felt better for warning Lane Hunter of Ernest Craven's prescence, but wondered uneasily if he hadn't put Taryn in danger by doing so. He comforted himself by realising that Taryn's flight to Los Angeles was booked for 6:00pm tonight. The party was sure to take their minds off what lay ahead. Taryn, dressed in a floral sundress with thin shoulder-straps was already seated at the breakfast table in her quarters when Neil walked in, attired in trendy black jeans and a sports singlet.
Neil: "You're early aren't you?"
Taryn: "I'm looking forward to the party with the animals and kids, Neil. I want to spend as much time as I can with Trinkle....", she trailed off with a quivering lip. The tears squirted from her eyes. He approached his fiancee; with much groaning he knelt down beside her.
Neil: "I know...I know. You're going to miss him, but what about that toy cat you still have?"
Taryn: (visibly brightening)"Do you mean Freddy M? Of course, you know, I used to have 6 others..."
The 6 other toys he had bought had to be destroyed during the viral outbreak in Wentworth less than 12 months ago. One of them had been an effigy of little Trinkle.
Taryn: "Neil"
Neil: (grinning)"Yeah?"
Taryn: "Freddy M really exists. You'll be meeting him very shortly. Lets make tracks after you've finished your brekkie!"
The animals had done more than make tracks by this time. The banner was up, the older cats and dogs assisted Kerryn and Glyn with the finger food. A long table, adorned with a frilly red table-cloth ran the length of the back wall of the Protectorate area; bowls of chips, biscuits, savouries and spices of all kinds were in those bowls. The smaller cats prepared the air-bulbs; Trinkle immediately homed in on CB4 and CB2. The small white cat started issuing voice commands to the purple one.
Glyn: "Hey, Trinkle, what do you think you're doing?" Trinkle frowned at the approaching Negro.
Trinkle: (mouth quivering, eyes wide) "Please Glynis, I was just programming CB2 so's Taryn can ride on it"
Glyn knelt down beside the cat smiling gently "What about CB4?"
The cat stared for a second at the black bulb nestled in his arms, CB2 had been released and floated mid-air in the meantime "I was gonna ride on CB4 with Taryn on CB2"
Embracing Trinkle tenderly Glyn nodded her head "OK, but only for a short while. Extra bulbs were brought in I know, but the other cats, dogs and little girls have grown quite attatched to CB4 and CB2. You understand don't you?"
Trinkle smiled again "Uh huh" The door opened to reveal the guests of honour the younger cats flocked towards it. Glyn straightened and gave the black bulb a push and milliseconds later both Taryn Carlton was sitting on an air-borne CB2 with Trinkle riding on CB4 beside her.
Up in the air, Taryn and Trinkle flew; the air-bulbs took them through the sliding glass doors to the outside recreation area. Behind them, Neil endeavoured to manipulate a green air-bulb with the help of Callisto and Scooby but failing. Climbing off the bulb, Neil satisfied himself by watching on as Taryn and Trinkle enjoyed themselves. An alarm sounded in Torrens's console when CB2 continued on past the saftety area. In mid air little Trinkle panicked at CB4's inabitlity to follw Taryn's bulb. Thirty feet off the ground CB2 stopped, and remained still directly above the main entrance of L6. Taryn used her body weight to turn CB2 around so it faced the Protectorates. She saw the crowd on the patio i the distance, and Trinkle trying to push his bulb further afield. (CB4 had been safety locked) The black bulb executed Safety Phase 2 (reversing back to the Protectorates Wing)
Taryn: "Trinkle?? Where are you going?" Seconds later she was plummetting toward the ground.
Minutes passed, that seemed like hours. When CB2 crashed to the ground, it had withstood most of the shock. Taryn was thrown off it and lost consciousness when she bumped her head on the cement. She heard noises in the background, moments later the animals, nannies and Neil milled surrounded her. Torrens made his way through to assist Taryn. She was shaking violently, otherwise unhurt. Trinkle threw himself into her arms crying hysterically, his plan for her enjoyment blown up in his face; or so it seemed to him.
Trinkle: "I'm sorry, Taryn. Real sorry, real sorry!"
Taryn: "It's not your fault, my darling. I was enjoying myself on CB2 until...." she left the other words unspoken.
Torrens: "Are you hurt, Miss Carlton?"
Taryn: "I'm OK thank you. Shaken, but OK"
Torrens turned to the purple air-bulb on the ground "We'll run a check on the pneumatic. Possibly it's a system glitch, or someone overrode the computer" Neil Luxmmore had gathered Taryn in his arms, whilst Trinkle wept in hers. He knew the bulb had been instructed to plummet, he also knew who by The animals surrounded Taryn and Neil protectively as they started walking back to the Protectorates area. Left behind were Kerryn and Torrens to examine CB2. Holding the large object in a vertical position, Kerryn couldn't detect any physical damage the fall might have caused, but giving it a bit of extra air would do no harm..
Meanwhile back in the safety of the Protectorate quarters the party resumed, but it was more subdued. The animals maintained a vigil around Taryn. Freddy M danced with her and Lisa offered her some savouries. The smaller cats hovered near her and the remaining bulbs were utilised but were restricted to the inside. Neil Luxmoore was notably absent.
Luxmoore had watched the Protectorates leading Taryn back to the massive room. He stood alone for a moment, the anger welling inside him, coupled with terror. He decided things would be sped up and she would go as soon as a flight was possible. Little Trinkle and the others would inevitably be upset, he realised, but Taryn's safety was his first priority.
"I told you it would be easy getting at her", a voice from behind startled him.
Luxmoore swerved to face a grinning Ernest Craven. Putting all his strength behind him, Luxmoore readied himself to deliver a blow; Craven, however was too quick and deflected by punching Luxmoore in the abdomen.
Craven: "The incident with the air-bulb was a warning, Luxmoore. Next time we may have dead bodies littering the place! Not only sweet little Taryn, but all of those animal brats as well!"
Neil Luxmoore's eyes widened with a horror. Trinkle and the others would have to leave immediately.
10:45am All of the Protectorates, their party cancelled were set to leave. Taryn Carlton held three small cats, one of them Trinkle in her arms. Tears streamed from her blue eyes; tears of sorrow and gratitude for one little cat who made the party all possible; for one little cat whom she would never have the pleasure of seeing again.
Taryn: "So, this is goodbye"
The trio of cats in her arms, Trinkle, Sylvester and Nermal squirmed uneasily; they were as sorrowful as Taryn. They nodded sombrely in agreement.
Trinkle: "We'll never ever forget you, Taryn"
So, with those words the Protectorates set sail in the safety of a catamaran for IG1.
To be continued........
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