Something was lurking outside the Institute, closing in on the only other scent it recognised.
That something was trying more tact than the last time visiting this place..
Katt was weak, hungry, tired, and scared beyond wits-end. She had only seen fire once, and didn't like it. Not one little bit.
The place she knew was now a burned-out husk. Nothing was left, and the quiet boy was gone. There was no one to tell her what to do. Katt would have run the backstreets of NYC and become something of an unsolved, forgotten mystery.
Something stuck in her mind, however.. Not many things did.
She remembered the 'dog-lady', who was the friend of the boy who saved her.
Katt leapt atop the wall which fenced off the Institute as if it were only a minor obstacle.
Crouching as she peered over at the green lawn and the huge building surounded by it, she took in a deep breath and sorted through the different smells reaching her nose.
Katt pinpointed the front door, which held and abundance of foreign scents all crossing paths.
Katt had no idea whether Loika was in her room, or inside the Institute at all.. but after the fire and being virtually abandoned, there weren't many other choices.
Deftly jumping down from the wall, the cat sped across the yard, stopping beneath Loika's window in a low crouch.
She slowly peeked up, looking through the glass and turning her pointy ears toward the bedroom on the other side.
After a moment, Katt hooked her claws into the frame of the window and tried to pull it open, with no luck. She scratched at the glass, and made a strangled mewling noise.
The smoke left her even more unable to speak than normally. Recovery was a slow process, with no rest and little food since the fire.
"Dog-lady?" Katt squeaked, then finally gave up. She sat beneath the window, hugging her knees up to her chest, peering toward the front doors curiously.
