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Gavin couldn’t feel his girlfriend inside of his head. He didn’t hear a voice asking to be let out, nor did he have any unfamiliar memories of her childhood or anything. He was starting to think she was gone for good.

Until one day in the park, Gavin felt compelled to walk up to a telephone pole. He began to paw at it with his hands, dragging his fingernails across it. He continued for a few minutes before he realized quite what he was doing. He was, in effect, trying to sharpen his claws -- claws he certainly didn’t have! It was one of the cat’s instincts that he seemed to somehow maintain. If the instincts of the cat were still trapped somewhere in the back of his head, the cat’s essence or soul or whatever probably was as well; and that meant his girlfriend was likely in there some place, too!

As he licked the back of his hand and rubbed it on his hair, Gavin held out the smallest bit of hope that he might be able to restore he and his girlfriend to normal -- or somewhere close to it!

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