You're in your human form today. It's still very new to you, and every so often you stumble, missing the sturdiness of four paws on the ground. But! It's worth it! It's worth it to be here.

In the middle of a gigantic Primark.

The clothes you're wearing — jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt — are several sizes too small, and the fabric feels strange and uncomfortable against your skin. You're not wearing shoes (because shoes are a crime against nature, thank you very much). But! Again! It's worth it to be here, in the middle of a giant Primark. There are humans everywhere, chattering and calling to one another, a delightful, excited cacophony.

You're lost and looking for him; you'd gotten separated in the the thick crowds. Mostly, though, you're distracted by your own sheer excitement. Look at all these cute clothes! Look at all these shiny new interesting things! Look at the escalators! You try on so many hats, perching them awkwardly on your twitchy "cat" ears, and you fill two baskets to overflowing with clothes you want. And sparkly nail polish. And a sparkly sequin cat-themed backpack. And — oh!

There he is! On the floor below!

The memory ends with you climbing over the edge of glass railing, happily calling out a name that gets blanked out as you prepare to jump.