"You need to be really quiet, okay?" I raise Furby up to my face, giving him a stern look. "You can promise me that, right?" I'm afraid to take him at the same time I am excited. I fasten the necklace made by Luke in his small furry hand.
"Yes mama. I can promise you that." Furby smiles making me remember the cheshire cat. I slip him inside the bag Cat provided me. Then I cover him with my essentials and a week worth of clothes.
"Are you okay there?" I ask him in my head.
"Yes, mama. I'm a-okay!" he answers and I sigh with relief.
"Okay, let's go!" I exclaim. I pick the bag and walk to my door.
It's the exact time for a knock to come. I open it and Luke greets me with a beaming smile. His hair is brushed sleekly to the side and he's cleaned up. His appearance make me burst into fits
