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And a partridge in a pear tree! Well, okay, no.
But close.
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It was cold, colder than Schrodinger had expected. The scent he’d been following for the last two Roads wound through the cold like a sharp ribbon, cutting the air around him into shards of icy glass, just out of reach. Old Man Winter was on the move, and moving fast, for some reason. Which meant that Schrodinger also needed to keep moving.
After two days of chasing the man through the Roads, though, the CrossCat had to admit he was getting tired. He sat on his haunches and considered his options. He could continue to follow what he was increasingly convinced was a false trail, or he could think. If I were a cranky old man, and I knew there was someone looking for me, since I haven’t been that circumspect, where would I go? Schrodinger washed one paw absently as he thought about his options. Especially if I didn’t want to be found.
Wait a minute. What if I’m wrong? What if Old Man Winter isn’t trying to hide from me? After all, why should he hide from me? I’m not anyone important.
Except I know Molly. And Drew.
Drew!
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