We ate beans with tomato sauce, which was excellent, so I dug in.
After eating, I was carried upstairs again, and my companion rustled around.
Sitting on the bed, I tried to picture what he was doing; it seemed as if he was searching for something.
"Just ask; I will always describe to you what you want to know." He said, and I felt awkward again.
"No, I trust you…."
"....."
"….what are you doing?"
He laughed deeply,
"I am searching for a hat. Found it." He stood up and walked to me,
"Here, it is a hat with a cat on it; we will tie your hair and put it under it."
A hat like this, I have in my own world as well.
"Okay." I know we were fleeing, so we should try to go undercover.
I heard him walk around the bed, and it creaked when he got on it. My hair was grabbed, and the next time he spoke, he was above me, seemingly kneeling behind me.