[Outlander, have you gained a new perspective on death?]
"She" suddenly asked softly.
"Perhaps, death isn't always the worst outcome..."
Shard answered in his mind, then realized the box he was carrying was shaking slightly. It dawned on him that it was already Monday night in the physical world, and even by his body's sense of time, it was well past Mia's dinner time.
So much had happened along the way that Shard had almost forgotten the cat in the box.
Therefore, under the curious gaze of the people around him, Shard dropped the woman chained behind him to the ground, then squatted down to place the box down and carefully slid open the lid. To prevent the Interstice of Life and Death from affecting this still-living cat, Shard pressed his hand on Mia's head inside the box to keep her from rushing out.
Upon looking down into the box again, he saw that the cat was curled up inside, lifting its face, its amber eyes looking pitifully at Shard outside.
"Oh, my little Mia."
