So it turns out the the lady that let me stay with her has a name. She’s called “Mom” and the guy that used to talk to me through the walls at Mom’s place? Well, he’s called “Dad” apparently.
Anyways, I woke up from my nap after the event to more people than I have ever seen, every one of ’em staring me in the face with this crazy grin. Dad was fielding questions from everyone and he seemed to be proud of himself. He was doing a good job of keeping me cozy warm though, so I let him have his moment.
After what seemed like a lifetime, I decided it would be a good idea if we went and saw Mom. Since nobody official was taking my request seriously, Dad and I just went for it on our own. As the caper got under way, Grandma B (Mom’s mom, I have since found out) joined the posse.
Some ladies were pretty excited to see us when we burst into the recovery ward looking for Mom. They said they don’t often get unannounced visitors on their floor very often, so I was happy we could brighten there day with our surprise appearance.
We found Mom and chatted for a few minutes. Then one of the nice ladies let us know that we should really get back upstairs. I told her “OK, but only because you asked so nicely.”