Concise

I don't think Fox is supposed to be talking to me...

He looked really hurt...

Uhm...he was tapping on the window by the computer desk and waving kind of urgently.

I rushed outside.

"How are you?" He says quickly.

"Fine I gu-"

"Good. I shouldn't have brought you there. Or here. Here. I shouldn't have brought you here. Again."

"Are...you okay?"

"How is he?"

"Incredibly pissed off?"

"No! Nononono...how IS he?"

"Healthwise?"

"YES!"

"He won't sleep. He has those weird circle things on his back..."

"The crows..."

"What about the crows?"

"Nothing. He wanted you to ask me something."

"Yeah...his siblings?"

"Tell him to worry about himself."

"Are you okay?"

"Just dandy."

Then he starts singing a line of Nearly Witches.

Ever since we met, I only shoot up with your perfume...

"You have a nice voice..." I say.

"Good music," he says quickly.

Then I'm back in the real world again and, as expected, Fox is gone.

He doesn't behave like Crow or Rat at all...

One of these things is not like the others...