I run away just as the insanity hits.

The laughing strangles me and leaves me without any control whatsoever, crushing my guts and lungs. I trip just as the horrid town of death fades, shifting to a landscape of pretty colors and ugly pain.

"I'm sorry dude."

The last words I uttered to the plague doctor keeps ringing in my ears as I pull myself up and trudge on one step at a time. Was it worth it to be here? I should've just stayed in the confinement of 1984, writing a new song and contemplating my usefulness.

Dull overgrown grass changes to a deep green coloring, dancing through the wind with soft flutters. The sun replaces the moon in a flash of white light that brightens the sky and kills the stars.

Not a ghost in sight or a electric shock hailing through the scape around me tells me that my powers have returned. It's been forever since I've felt the uneasiness that comes with being fully human, walking around like a helpless rabbit in a hound's cage.

Trees start to apper, creating two long lines of pines on either side of a now clear path I mindlessly hop on. My mind drifts from home to the millions of stones of the path in front of me and then to the structure at the very end of the path.

Much more modern looking than I would expect for what this world has thrown at me, I feel a sense of relief. I hold right to scroll again in a celebratory moment to the previously only thing in this world with me even though it's directions and silence offer no equilibrium.

Forward. Forward. Forward.

I swear I hear the song of wind chimes drifting over the air. They catch the sunlight, turning in the wind and shifting from silver to a yellowish gold under doorway. It's a plain flat, two storied without flowers or any defining items but the two chimes.

Just at the sight of it the urge to use a restroom kicks in. I'd been only a while ago at the bar, but who knows just how fast time passes in this part of the universe, if any at all. Nothing but the home ahead can solve my problem and with determination I pull on.

I power on, step after step till I stand under a tiny awning on a chipped porch. I blink and more flats apper but for some reason I'm at this one. They all apper to be the same but this one is special.

I knock on the door, three times until footsteps over sound the clinking of the butterfly chimes. The urge worsens with each passing second, forcing me to hold my breath and resist dancing around.

The door creaks open. A huge shadows stands over me at the door, watching me from above with wide eyes of curiosity. A man, maybe in his early forties doesn't say a word but waits for me.

"Well, this isn't the best of situations," I say. "Or the most formal greeting."

The large man sticks out his hand as if asking for a handshake. I attempt to return it but he pulls his hand back before I can even touch it, giving me an awkward grin.

"Welcome. I'm Mr. Dev, now why would you be here? Telemarketer? Religious pedler?"

I almost chuckle at his guesses before a pain shoots up my stomach. The hot sun burns my skin and I hide farther under the shadow of the cover. He shoots me a half amused gaze as he waits for an answer.

"Ivy, former social justice leader, present galaxy traveler who really would like to to use your restroom." I force myself to be polite the worst the urge gets.

"What will you do?" He places a hand on his face.

"Huh?" Dumbfounded, I keep staring.

"Would you make me laugh to use my bathroom?"

I cross my arms. "Do I look like a circus act?"

"Maybe? Maybe not? Who knows?" Mr. Dev lifts his eyes, shaking his head from side to side. "It might come in handy if you need to relieve yourself."

I open my mouth but he reaches over and produces a worn down cardboard box with odd words that I can't seem to make out sprawled about the sides. He doesn't wait, shoving it forward into my arms, nearly tipping me off the porch and into the grass.

"Hell is this?" I snap.

Mr. Dev points at the box. "It's a box."

"Right."

"And if you can make me laugh with the items inside, you can use my restroom."

I hold the box tight to my chest for a moment contemplating if I'd been better turning off and finding somewhere else in the journey. The urge gets worst.

Taking a look in the box, I run my eyes over the items. A roll of rainbow colored yarn, a old trout, a neatly folded pair of underwear, a small coconut and finally the cutout of a strange blond man who looks more like a comedic figure than that of someone serious in a well made suit outfit.

"Who might this be?" I hold the figure up to which the man turns his head in confusion.

"Borris, our prime minister." He says.

Something grey moves by out the side of my eye, dodging between tall grass and even taller flowers. It moves forward, but it doesn't knowledge me or the man.

A ghost cat. Another who doesn't come running to me for help.

Why?

Why!

Why?

I try to talk but instead the drawbacks from loss of powers hit again, turning the words into animalistic meows. Maybe if I act like the cat it'll return and so will my powers. That's stupid but it sounds so right.

I laugh.

The box falls to the ground as I join it, Mr. Dev watching me with a raised eyebrow. He hums as my activities catch his interest when in reality I don't even know where I'm taking this. The cat walks around the edge of the path again with a leash around it's neck.

I take the yarn and create myself a leash like the cat's before looping it around my neck. Cracking the coconut on the cement, it creates two bowls, one for the fish and other for the water already inside.

I laugh even harder, stopping my fight against the insanity. It holds my mind at a point where only the objects and the feline is on my mind. The laugher turns into louder meows to which earns a chuckle from Dev.

The fish snaps in half and I lay it in the bowl beside the one full of coconut water. Leaving the underpants folded, I keep it as a napkin for after the meal. For the finishing touches, I stake the image of the strange man in the ground by the stick before looping it around the figure's elbow.

"Do you know who I am?" I ask Mr. Dev, startling him. "Do you know what I am?"

He opens his mouth to speak but I start eating, devouring the bitter and foul tasting fish and the insanity keeps pushing me. I let out two loud mews before leaving the remains to lap the coconut water from the bowl.

"Such a good kitty! Such a good girl!" Getting off fours, I stand on my feet and roll the remaining yarn until it loops around my arms and legs.

I chase an invisible butterfly, run after a ball that isn't there and run my hands over my face.

Mr. Dev grins at my attempts. I feel the insanity disappear and a wave of nausea hit me directly from the fish. I hold my mouth, reaching for the underpants to hold back any barf.

"Ivy?"

With the pants to my mouth he gives me one of the biggest smiles I've ever seen on any person in this universe or mine. Then he bursts out laughing, holding his stomach with one hand and head with the other.

"What?" I snap, reaching for my stomach as the wave comes back again.

"Those were used!" He howls with even more laughter, belching like a charging boar.

Rage shoots up through me and I clench my fist, hoping to summon a ghost to torment him like the cat had but it fails to come. I scream and look from side to side for a solution.

"First room on the right." He chokes out the words through angering chuckles.