“Mew?” meowed Brightnose, looking at the place where the time machine had been. She looked around helplessly and jumped when she heard voices approaching.

“Did you hear about the Deflate Gate? About how the New England Patriots deflated these footballs? Can you believe it?!?!” As the things talking rounded the corner, she dove for cover under a moldy cardboard box, wrinkling her nose at the smell, and crouching down until it was almost impossible to see her.

When the creatures passed the box, she saw them wearing shoe models that were from the twenty-first century. They didn’t have rocket boosters on the ends or trampolines on the bottoms. They didn’t even have speakers on the sides yet! When they had passed, she slowly crawled out from under the box and saw nothing that could identify what had just walked past her. “I can help you, you know.” said a voice from the shadows. As Brightnose’s head whipped around, a pretty, young, female siamese cat stepped out into the light. “I’m Darktail.” she said. “You look like you need some help.”