Russian Blue? Cat? I looked up at the photo. The memory struck me right in there. For his whole life I had been wondering about her death and now, in my seventies, I was finding dots being linked.

Gift.

He recalled my dream where I was very near to Stacy's face. Not only that, I realize how frequently Stacy had come in my dreams.

"Everyone sees. Everyone has seen." Satan's words echoed.

Scratch on her cheek? I remembered when I had tried to touch her in dream then blood had run down from her cheek. I remembered her father in law hit me on the back in dream.

He had hit the cat. And the cat was me, at the moment. I was in cat's body at the time when she got wound on her cheek. I was the Russian Blue in the time when she was so close to me.

Satan had given me the gift, the cat, which was only source for me to make contact with my deceased wife. It had licked me multiple times.

Was she also dreaming of me through the cat's eyes when it had tried to come close to me? No no no! How could it happen?

But I couldn’t deny existence of such events. I had seen Satan. It would be foolishness of me not to believe in all this.

The wound on cat's neck…God Almighty! Is it the same cat Stacy's father had killed? Satan brought it back to life and as a source of communication for future and past? I gasped.

At that time I realized I was seeing lasts of Stacy. If I hadn’t touched her then she would have been alive.

I got up. The cat was still in the trunk and was suffocating. I searched for the key and rushed towards the trunk. I was feeling frightened while I was trying to unlock it. I even dropped the key multiple times.

I knew what 'Everyone sees' meant. In sleep, everyone has seen from eyes of other people or creatures. They sometimes manipulate their hosts in the process. I had done the same. I had tampered the past and now here I was.

I put the key in and turned it but it got jammed. I got in struggle to unlock it.

Now I had no interest in finding out on what Dormer had refused Satan on. I had forgotten everything cause by me and everything that had happened in Anderson Island. I just wanted the damn lid to open. I turned the key and opened the lid.

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The cat had died of suffocation several minutes ago.

I picked it up and did everything I could to bring back life in it. But in few seconds, I realized neither I was Satan nor God to revive the dead.

I put it on my lap and began to weep. This was how I had killed my wife. I had crossed the barrier for someone in vision. I was seeing from cat's eyes so I couldn’t speak. But I had touched and I had killed. I wanted to scream and mourn, "It was me who had killed my wife. It was me! It is me." But I was already mute.

If I hadn’t locked it here or if I hadn’t tried to touch her than she could have survived. But I realized what Satan had said. He had said there was an entirely different reason for Stacy's death. There was no chance for me to change the things which were inked in the past.

Everyone sees. Everyone has seen…but from others eyes. I reminded myself as tears fell on its blue fur. Everyone sees from eyes of others, mostly from animals just because animals cannot talk and try to interfere. The way I had been seeing, it was impossible for me to find if I was watching a dream or it was the reality, let alone point of time.

When the cat had died, a part of her was also in it. Perhaps she was meant to die in anyways. A natural death caused by a man who had botched in the vision of future.

The cat was killed. Then how was I alive? It had been killed way back when I was in war. Then why didn’t I die in war? I was also in the cat!

I realized what the reason was. I had seen who the reason was.

The Divine Kid. I wasn’t meant to die in war or suicide. I was meant to be killed by Clintwood. My throat was to be slit on the same place where the cat was cut open from.

At last, the kid wasn’t sent to save me but he was there to assist me so that I could escape by myself. He was there, inked, to prevent myself from getting killed. For sure he had given me legs to run. Otherwise I would have died before Ueleblacker would have arrived and shot Clintwood.

I put the cat back in the trunk and began to pray till the morning.