Knock louder.

With a firmer, more insistent hand you knock on the door some more. The person on the other side comes closer again, their footsteps coming right up to the door.

A surge of hope fills you, but the door stays closed and locked. "Yeah, yeah, keep your tail on," you hear. They sound like they're just beyond the door, and right as you ask for help, you notice something slide through a slot at the bottom of it.

Before you can make clear your plea, the footsteps recede once more, and you suddenly hear a noise behind you.

"Kitty?" comes the groggy voice of the girl. You turn around, a little worried, to see her pushing aside her mess of blonde hair to cast a blissful look at you. "Oh, you must be hungry," she says, crawling over.

You try to speak again, but once more all that comes out is a "meow" as you feel the collar awaken and bring you to your knees. There you see the little saucer that was slid under the door, and the milk filling it. The girl smiles at you as she stops by the sleeping brunette.

"It's okay--drink up," she says, glancing at the saucer. "Go on."

With barely a thought, you dip your head down and open your mouth, prepared to do as the girl suggested, but as you do so, the tip of your nose touches the contents of the saucer, and you realize it isn't milk. A drop of sticky white stuff that smells decidedly unlike milk hangs from your nose as you hesitate, yet you still feel like eating. The urge grows as the bell on your collar rings.

"Hurry and drink," the blonde says insistently. "If you don't, your friend here might take it all." With that, she looks down to the dog-girl and strokes her hair, fingering the yellow ear of her headband. The brunette's leg twitches in her sleep.