Though you are weak and have metal tubes and wires all over, still you must figure out how to escape. Surely, you think, no house cat could do serious intelligent surgery on a human being; there must be more to Dr. Winter. Even if he is the world’s most intelligent cat, he’s still just a cat.
“No way am I joining you!”
“Your current state says otherwise,” says Dr. Winter, “But you really have no choice. You will help me whether you know it or not.”
The cat rubs his nose against a bazaar form of technology shaped like a pyramid closest to your table; it starts to light up and hum. Immediately you feel drowsy.
“You should be going to sleep any time now,” says the cat, “When you wake up, you will feel much better; better than you have ever felt… Perhaps afterwards you may even thank me.”
When you wake up you find yourself dressed in black, tightly woven fabric; a long black cape trails behind you in the breeze. You are standing on top of a tall building in some large, dark and dirty city. The wind beats against your face and it helps wake you up. You look at the full moon out: you have never felt so alive before.
Something grabs your attention: down below, in the darkness, you see a gang of armed men gathering around a young couple and their little boy. The mother and child desperately huddle behind the father who grits his teeth; he will die before they lay hands on his family.
Things look grim and your heart goes out to them. Yet you remember your hike and the riddle with the lady statue; you wonder how you got into this mess to begin with when you hear screaming in the darkness.
*This is the crossroads where paths are woven,
Now is the place of a road newly chosen.