Time flows ever onward, and it is difficult to process all matters at once. Soon I will press forward again, into new and fantastic worlds.
The acquisition of my true master has been completed, and events continue to swirl and sway. Pace must be kept up with, and protected at all cost. I must, must keep Pace.
The creature in my care will be able to move on without me soon, and I must away. My agent and master will bring a Scratch to Scritch, and that is when everything will come into order.
I think, perhaps, this will lead to a great battle of wills, but then again, perhaps not.
The real question will be how to get us from here to there. Time slips by too quickly, and I have no anchor.
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