"Oh," he says again, this time with more feeling, and he lifts his chin from hers to seek out the Inn, the building exactly where it should be despite the fact that nothing around them is the same. "Miss Hoppity. She's here too?"

Obviously, or Kate wouldn't have mentioned her. But Benedict will gladly focus on the little feline he's developed such an easy bond with, their friendship soft and comfortable after all this time.

More often than not, he wakes up in the morning with a small furry ball on his chest, purring in counter-point to the rumbling he himself produces. He's fairly certain Kate finds it all incredibly amusing, but he thinks it's sweet, and strangely comforting, so he has never tried to dissuade her from claiming him as her bed.

"Let's go, then, if only to soothe our girl."