Fifteen minutes later, only slightly singed, Ian knocked at the door to Grant's quarters. In his hands was a very squirmy kitten who was excited to be smelling familiar smells at last. Behind him, he could hear Billy's footsteps, and wondered why he was hanging back.
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Date: 2007-08-27 03:51 am (UTC)