“Cabin seems to be magic.” Bastet says.

“Seems you weren’t supposed to meet til now.” Anubis comments.

I nod at them. “Okay, so the cabin is magic. But why were you with me all this time then, and why didn’t you run into Luke? That seems a bit odd to me.”

“You needed us more.” Bastet says.

“You are more danger.” Says Anubis.

“What do you mean that I was in more danger?” Before the cats could answer me though, Luke interrupted.

“What are you doing Little Rawr? Why are you acting like the cats are talking to you? Why are you suddenly talking about danger, and the cabin being magical?”

“You mean that you can’t understand what they are saying? Can you understand them Noah?”

“No, and I don’t stay around them long enough to try to figure it out either.” He says softly, clearly embarrassed that he was afraid of the cats.

I can’t blame him. It seems like an odd fear. Then again, if you look into certain mythology cats were guardians of the underworld. If you come at it from that perspective, then his fear made purrfect sense.

“Well, this is putting me in a bit of an uncomfortable position. I am the only one that can understand the cats. Noah can hear and understand Luke, but Luke cannot hear or talk to Noah. Does that about sum things up?”

“I would say it does, you are crazy. But who is this Luke person? Shouldn’t you be calling me Mr. Sexy? It’s right there on my apron, and you have called me that once already.”

“She what?” I hear Noah muttering to himself. “They just met and they already have nicknames for each other? This isn’t good. That’s it, I need to become more solid, she needs to at least be able to see me. It would be nice if I was solid enough to interact with things as well, then I could join her by eating meals. And I don’t want this Luke person to hear me, I don’t know him and I don’t know if I trust him either..” he says, hardly taking a breath.

How can anyone talk so fast and so quiet at the same time. I am going to go out on a limb and assume that I was not supposed to be able to hear or understand what he was just saying, so I pretend not to hear him.

“I called you that before I knew your name…” I say, trailing off.

“Now you are just hurting my feelings, that is my name. You can call me Luke at different times, but while we are in the kitchen, when I am cooking, I am Mr. Sexy. I think that this is perfectly reasonable.”

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“Okay, I can abide by these rules.” I say and nod. I just wanted to keep eating his food. He seems to like cooking and his food tastes really good.

I am a decent enough cook, but my mind was always on other things aside from cooking. And by other things I mean classes, and dancing. Mostly dancing though. Classes were more of a necessary evil and it seems that I missed the last thing that he said.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“I asked why you are here.” He re-asks.

I don’t want to give him the honest reason. I haven’t even acknowledged it fully to myself, so there is no way that I will be telling this, Mr. Sexy, person that I had just met.

“You see, I am a dancer, and I wanted to watch the snowflakes falling so that I can create a dance based off of it.”

He stares at me for a moment before replying “It’s the spring.”

“That is a good point. But if there was snow anywhere in the spring, I thought that it would be in Alaska. Also, the nature here is much prettier and cleaner. I thought that I could create many new dances.” I say, and stuff another bite of food into my mouth.

I had been distracted by things and had gone too long between bites, which is just offensive to the food. There is no reason for me to be restricting food right now. And he was right after all, I really am a bit too thin. It is good for dancers to be fit, not thin. For me, the two have just usually gone hand in hand.

“Why are you here?” I ask while stabbing an accusative fork in his direction.

“I hear that there are many unique species of plants in the area that I could eat. How did you get invited to the cabin?”

“I don’t know. I guess my dancing caught the eye of the cabin owner. Also, she needed a female for her experiment. So I guess she thought that I would do?”

“Did she know that you would be able to see and converse with the ghosts?” He asked in a joking manner.

“No idea. What about you?”

“No clue. They needed a male, and clearly I qualify. Maybe one of my teachers recommended me? I am so loveable after all.”

“Oh, are you in school then?” I ask, not responding to the loveable comment.

“Yes, I am in two different programs. Cooking and parapsychology. I guess you could say… I’m scary good at cooking.”

“Well I’m… spooked by how good it is, and that is an interesting combination of things, but it sounds like a lot of fun.” I say and flash a little smile.

“And what about you? Are you in school for anything? Please don’t tell me you are still in high school?” he says, freezing in place, his fork literally halfway to his mouth.

“No, I am not in high school. I don’t think I look like a high schooler.” I said, a little confused at his visible relaxation to the comment.

I had been out of high school for a few years now and had been studying and working hard. I graduated early, but I think that made it harder to support myself. I had only been able to do school part time for the first two years.

I had been really worried that I was going to lose my scholarship, so I made sure to get a job as early as I could. I didn’t always like the jobs I got either and they never seemed to last long. I didn’t like thinking about that too much though.

“I was going to school for the performing arts. I was also considering coming back to Alaska at some point and time anyways. Honestly, I am not sure I am confused by a lot of things in my life right now. I just know that I had a strong sense of freedom here.

“I don’t even know what the dance companies are like here. Maybe I just wanted to get away for a while before choosing a company to be a part of. Not everyone can be on Broadway. Do I even want to be on Broadway? Or do I want to be a part of a dance troupe?”

I drop my head into my hands and feel a strong sense of frustration and helplessness.

“That was an unexpected answer, It sounds as though you are really confused. Take it slow and think it through, spend time away from any big names or fancy titles, or what have you. Tell me, what is it that YOU want to do?”

“I want to dance professionally, and/or perform in the theater.”

“See that wasn’t so hard to answer now was it. And who says you need to go with a super flashy one if it stresses you out. Find one that you can be happy with.” He says and laughs a little bit. We pause and keep eating.