The mink watched the pair, Cecily curled up in the moose’s lap almost like a small child as she sat on the couch. “I asked the two of you to come in together because Miss Fargo tells me there are still some… issues between the two at you at home. With everything that has happened for both of you in the past few months I thought it would be a good idea also. What you have both gone through, and to lose a close friend, even family member as it were, in the way that you did can be hard to handle for people your age.” Dr. Fletcher took a seat in the chair across from the pair as she asked, “Is there anything you want to talk about?”
Cecily only curled up tighter in Daisy’s lap as the recent traumatic loss of the Colonel in a home invasion gone wrong surfaced. She held her tail while she shivered and sobbed uncontrollably. It had been nearly a week since she had spoken, or even left the safe seclusion of the dollhouse without Daisy next to her. She had missed a full week of school in the aftermath.
Melissa looked up from the mouse, who seemed even smaller than she had before in the moose's lap. “It must be hard for you both to deal with everything. But the best thing we can do right now… is open up, not hide from the things that are haunting you.” Her eyes moved to Daisy as the herm failed to make eye contact herself, more centered on the tiny body in her lap. “Daisy, how are you holding up?” she asked as she tried to shift the focus from the recent events.
“About as well as I can I guess, “ Daisy replied softly, most of her attention focused on her girlfriend. “I’ve been really busy with work and school and all nearly since I got to Marble Cliff. Things were finally getting better, at least some things were I mean. Got settled in better at a new school, work was rough some weeks with my crazy schedule but I was finally managing to get more time off so I could be with Sisy …” she said trailing off as she gently stroked her small lover’s hair. “Then the shit started hitting the fan from every direction at once it seemed. A lot of it I kept to myself, it really didn’t involve anyone else in the house so I didn't see any reason to drag them into it. Then….” she started as she looked up and locked gazes with the mink woman, “then the rest of this fell on us and I, I feel like it’s back to square one all over again.”
“How are things with your brother?” The doctor asked as she jotted down some notes.
“Which one, I have two,” the moose herm asked half heartedly. “Ralph is doing okay from what I hear. He and his girlfriend are settled and doing fine without anyone bothering them much. From what I’m hearing from back there he’s making new friends and getting ready for their kids. The other one, Paul…” she said drawing a slow deep breath before continuing, “him I’m not sure about. Mom doesn’t tell me everything that’s going on. I guess she’s trying to not add to what I already have on my shoulders out here. But I know things with him are not what they seem to be.”
Cecily visibly twitched at the mention of the slightly younger moose twin’s name. The mink looked down at her and asked, “Cecily, do you want to say something? About Paul?”
The small mouse opened her eyes and tilted her head enough to look past the mink. “I…” she started to talk before she took a deep breath, “I just want to go home… go back to sleep. I just want it to be over.”
“Have you been sleeping?” As she asked the mouse’s eyes rolled back in her head as the quivering stopped and her body fell limp. Melissa jumped out of her chair, pulled Cecily out of Daisy’s lap and laid her out on the floor. As she checked her vitals, “When did she last eat?” The question went without an answer as she jumped to picking the girl up. “The phone on the desk, hit the speed three. Just say that Dr. Fletcher is headed in with a code thirteen.” She quickly ran out the door as she said something to the receptionist.
Daisy heard the outer door to the office slam open as she stood up slightly confused. She rushed to the desk, doing as she had been told and quickly relaying the message the moment she heard a voice on the other end of the call. She slammed the receiver down hard and bolted for the door, barely stopping at the receptionist desk long enough to ask where Dr. Fletcher was taking the small mouse as she dug her keys out of her pocket.
Calmly the lady said, “Dr. Fletcher is headed to the ER. It’s just across the parking lot. I am calling your guardians now to let them know.”
Daisy heard the glass shatter as she charged out the office door. She felt some pain, but ignored it as she ran for the main building, Dr. Fletcher just in sight ahead of her.
Daisy sat in a chair in the corner, her paw wrapped in a bandaged from when she unintentionally put it through the plate glass door. Across from her in the center of the small curtained off section of the ER, Cecily had been placed on a gurney and hooked up to several machines. The faint sound of the slow, rhythmic beep of one system was the only comforting thing in the room. That sound was almost drowned out by the hum of the gastric lavage and the seemingly random pump from the IV machine. She could hear Dr. fletcher talking with someone in hushed tones outside the curtain.
“I had prescribed her some sleep aids after a traumatic event.”
“She seems to be stable, but I don’t know how long she will be out. According to her records she has extreme reactions to medication. It apparently stems from...” the whispers got quieter for a moment. “...her body just does not process them in the same way.”
“I am aware of that. and her size does not help matters. I had prescribed a half pill of the lowest dosage available. It’s all my fault, I should have thought of this.”
Soon the pair walked away as the other doctor spoke, “I have some things you will need to fill out as usual.”
Daisy sat there, her eyes locked on what she could see of Cecily, her view obstructed by the tubes and wires. All she could think of was how she missed the signs. She even grew up in a home with a psychologist, the symptoms were common knowledge for her. But she missed them in the most important person in her life.
The moose nearly jumped out of her chair as the mouse stirred for a moment and let out a grunt. A moment later the bed was motionless and silent again.
As she sat watching her girlfriend sleep restlessly Daisy mulled a decision over in her mind she had been struggling with ever since the rave incident. The passing of the Colonel had made the situation between the girls even more unstable than it had been in the few short weeks before his passing. After Cecily had settled back into the bed she nodded slightly. “This is the last straw squeaker,” she said softly, fairly certain the small mouse couldn't even hear her in her current condition. “Twice now I’ve ended up feeling like I’ve nearly lost you… this shit is not going to happen again, ever.” Pulling her cell phone from her pocket she dialed a number and waited for an answer on the other end. When the call was answered she spoke softly but clearly enough for the other party to hear her. “Mrs. Graham, I’m sorry and I would really rather do it differently. But Cecily needs me more than you and the bakery ever could. I’m sorry but I’m giving you my notice here and now, I won't be back to work tomorrow or any other day. I wish it could be different ma’am but this is the way it has to be.” After ending the call she dialed another number, speaking just as quietly when the call was answered. “Brad? Yea moose face, listen I need a favor. Find out what the fuck is really going on with Paul as quick as you can. I know this will be tough but… talk to Ralph. Tell him I sent you and tell him what you know, see if he and Mark can pull any strings to get him out of that place if things are as bad as they look to you.” After a long pause she added, “thanks hornhead, I owe you a big one.”
Stuffing the phone back in her jeans as she stood up she walked over to the bed and placed a paw on her small lover’s cheek. “The rest of this shit is in someone else’s paws squeaker, you’re my only concern now and I’m not letting you out of my sight again for a long time sweet lips.”
“And how do you propose to cover your expenses, Mouse Bait?” Daisy jumped as she heard the liger speak from the slightly opened curtain. “I’m waiting.”
“The trust fund from grandad will cover the car and bike expenses as well as my tuition for the year, always would. I was working mainly to have the extra money to get my family together for Christmas, or to be with them. Honestly, right now that doesn’t matter a fucking damn to me Lilly.” Looking up and locking eyes with the liger she added, “if there’s anything else I can;t cover then I’ll fucking do without it.”
“What happened to your paw?”Lilliana asked almost as if she completely ignored everything the moose had just said.
“A little disagreement with a door, it didn’t get out of my way fast enough,” the moose herm said dropping her gaze back to the small mouse in the bed.
“Has… has she said anything?” the liger asked, her arms still crossed with the stern look on her face that didn’t match the concerned tone in her voice. “How did we miss it?” she asked as her entire body tensed, her normally moderately toned arms, suddenly displaying defined muscle under the short fur. “Six of us and we all missed it.”
“Not a sound since Dr. Fletcher carried her out of her office “ the moose girl answered without looking the liger in the face. “I grew up seeing this kind of shit all the time and I missed it Lilly. I was with her as much as I could be and I still missed it and it was right in front of me. I let her down even when she needed me the most.”
A tall gezelle in a lab coat walked in. “Excuse me just a moment,” he said as he walked around Lilliana. “It’s time to take out the tube, there's not much more we can do right now, besides wait.” The two watched as the doctor slowly removed the lavage from the mouse. Cecily coughed slightly as the tube was removed, but remained unconscious. Lilliana looked at the doctor and started to ask, “Is she…” but only trailed off. “From the way it looks it was caught in time, there should be no… additional damage.” He looked over at the small mouse. “She has been through so much, shit looking at her, it’s hard to believe she’s…” he trailed off as he looked back to the liger. “She should be waking up soon, we’ve flushed most of the drug out of her systems. It’s just a matter of waiting now. She should be fine.”
Almost as if responding to the words, Cecily’s eyes fluttered open weakly. She looked around the small space, only to roll over and curl into a fetal position and start to cry. “why?” was all that she managed to say repeatedly between the sobes.
“Because,” the liger said in a commanding tone, “We’ve all lost too much already. We’re not going to give you up that easy.” But, the small mouse didn’t move or show any reaction. “We’ve all fought too hard to get where we are. Detlev, fought too hard for our dreams… your dream. He may not be here physically anymore, but he is still fighting. And I can’t let you give up, not now. Not when you are so close.” She walked over and sat on the bed with Cecily, and put a paw on her shivering body. “I don’t know if we can do this without you. In fact, I know we can’t. A team is useless without their commander. Without you… we are just soldiers on a battlefield that we don’t understand.”
“Stop,” Cecily said weakly from her huddled ball. “Just stop, I can’t do it, no one can. It was a stupid idea. I can’t save anyone, I can’t even save myself. Everything is falling apart, and you can’t always fix it. We don’t have what we need. We can’t...” she trailed off into sobs.
“There is only one thing stopping you,” the liger said softly. “You have everything you need. And we've all made sure of that. Even Detlev put everything he had into your dream, right up to the end. It’s all yours, you can stay with us, help everyone you can find, give them everything you’ve missed. Or… you can give up… and nothing will change.”
Lilliana stood up from the bed and walked over to Daisy as she pulled a folded piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it to her. “I came here from the probate office. I was hoping to give this to her under better circumstances. It’s what the Colonel left for her. When she’s ready, bring her home.”
As Daisy watched the liger, she saw tears in the corner of her eyes. The liger was good at hiding her emotions most of the time, with the exception of anger. But the moose could tell that even this warrior was nearly defeated. “I know it doesn’t really mean anything. But I don’t think I could stand to lose anyone else.” With the few words, Lilliana left the room in a very calm, controlled manner. Obviously not wanting Cecily to see her weak moment.
Uncertain of what to do next Daisy unfolded the paper and looked it over. It looked almost identical to her own trust fund statement, but the numbers listed couldn’t have been accurate. Her eyes widened as she read over,, the columns of figures listed that were unrealistic and seemed almost fictional. She knew what she had in her paws bore little weight in the current situation, But what lilliana had said about having everything she needed was more than idle talk.
“Sisy… let me ask you something,” the moose herm said not taking her eyes from the sheet of paper in her paws. “A few months back, when we were just getting together and all, you told me that this is what you were going to do and if I was going to be with you it meant being a part of it. Do you remember that?”
Cecily let out a small squeak of acknowledgement as the sobbing lightened.
“Okay, now with everything we’ve been through up until recently you’ve stuck to your guns on the Dark Rider House and your dream. Nothing could stand in your way or stop you. So what the fuck changed that has you ready to just throw in the towel now?” Lowering the paper and looking at the small mouse the moose herm added, “and does it have anything to do with the way things have been between us lately?”
She sat up with a grunt, but still didn’t lift her head to look at Daisy. “It was a dream, just a stupid dream. I’ve never had anything. And every time I think I do, I’m reminded of just how easily it is all taken away. I don’t want to lose anything any more. I’ve seen what it’s like to have everything I’ve dreamed of… and more. It has nothing to do with us… or the rest of them. I… I… just can’t do it. I can’t be a leader. I can’t give other people things I can’t even get for myself. I can’t even give those I love the things I want to.” She looked up at her girlfriend as she added, “I don’t have anything left to give. And now… now I am losing what I do have.”
“No, you’re not. We lost the Colonel to a bunch of jackasses that got only part of what they deserved Sisy. The rest of your family is still here and none of them are going anywhere. You’ve still got them and you’ve still got me. Honestly sweet lips, I understand better now than I did before why you feel the way you do so much of the time. But the only thing really stopping you from doing this is you. The rest of us, even Detlev, believe in you and your stupid dream. Why don’t you?”
“It will take years before we can really do anything,” she said looking at the floor as she dangled her legs off the gurney. “It takes time, and resources that we don’t have. It was stupid to even think I could do anything. and you’re all just as stupid for following me. I’ll fail. I always do. I’m not a millionaire superhero with limitless funds. I’m just a used, damaged teenager with a foolish dream.”
As her girlfriend had been speaking the moose had read through the document in her paws, line by line going through the amounts and investments it listed and doing the math as best as she could in her head. “That may be what you think squeaker, but I don't think the Colonel would agree with it. I don't know exactly how or why but from the looks of it he was planning for something big that I guess never happened. But I’ll tell you one thing I know he would say to you if he was standing here right now. He’d tell you that you could do pretty much anything you set your mind to if you have the right team. That and no one is a leader until they believe in themselves. I bet he’d tell you that he believes in you… in fact I think he already has.”
The mouse looked up at her and asked, “What do you mean?”
“This,” Daisy replied jiggling the paper in her paw, “is what Lilliana was talking about when she said Detlev put everything he had into your dream right up until the end. Not just his time and effort, not just his leadership of that ragtag bunch of a family but literally everything. He’s been investing since he first joined the military from the looks of it. Whatever didn't pan out for his plans got replaced by a used, damaged teenager with a foolish dream that he thought was worthwhile and that he believed in. Lilliana was right on the mark squeaker, you really do have everything you need to see your dream come true,” she finished as she handed the paper to the small mouse. “Now it’s all in your paws sweet lips, you either lead us or we all fail together.”
Cecily looked at the papers confused, “What does it mean, I don’t get it.” She flipped through the pages. “This can’t be right. Stuff like this doesn’t really exist.” She looked up at Daisy, the tears still damp in her reddened eyes. “How… why me? Why not someone stronger, more confident? I’m… I’m just pray waiting for a predator. You saw it. I’m weak and helpless. No one will listen to me. How can I do anything to really make a difference?”
“No one will listen to you? Are you kidding me?” Daisy asked with a wry look on her face. “You told this crazy ass bunch you had a dream and they went out and did whatever it took to get it started. I don't remember hearing about or seeing you hold a gun to anyone's head…” With a wide eyed expression the moose herm quickly added, “okay bad example. But the same people that came together to help a crazy Liger adopt a damaged teen mouse stayed the course when she told them she had a dream to help others like her. You want to make a real difference? Then don't spit in the Colonel's face and give up now. This stupid dream of yours can make that kind of a difference and you know it. So does the rest of your family and for damn sure so did he.”
“Daisy,” the small mouse said softly as she looked down at the floor. “I’m… I’m sorry… you… you deserve better than to be put through all this… because of me.”
“It’s part of the Cecily Fargo package, and if it’s what I have to deal with then fine. I love you sweet lips and I’m always gonna be here with you. But I swear if you put me through this shit again I’ll hang you by the feet from the banister and use you as a pinata. You have a family full of guard dog types and you can do more than you imagine. No you’re not going to win every fight, fuck neither am I, but hell if that’s gonna stop me from trying.” Sitting on the bed beside her girlfriend and pulling the small mouse into her lap she added, “just try to have even half the faith in yourself the rest of us have in you and you’ll be fine.”
She leaned against the moose as she asked, “What about when you’re not there? when I am alone, those dark nights when everything seems so big… so… out of reach. What about those times? I don’t know if I can do it anymore. I don’t want to be alone. When… when you and Lilly aren’t there you’re always so far away. No matter how much I practice, no matter how strong I get, no matter what I bring with me… I’m still helpless when I’m alone.”
“Then I guess I’ll just have to make sure you’re never alone again won’t I?” the moose herm said hugging her girlfriend warmly. “I’ll just have to stick to you like a post it note until you’re sick of me.”
“What about your job?” she asked softly, “And everything you need to do?”
“The only thing I need to do is be there for you Sisy. I can handle what I have to without working and the stuff I was working for doesn't matter as much as you do. I quit my job while you were passed out. The last few weeks have shown me that a damaged mouse is the one thing I can’t do without. The other stuff just doesn’t mean shit if I don’t have you.” Kissing her girlfriend on the cheek she said, “nothing means shit without you squeaker.”
“But, what about everything you wanted to do, the reason you were working all those hours? Christmas with your family. You... you can’t just…” She trailed off as she leaned against the moose. “I’m sorry.”
“The only thing you have to be sorry for short stack is scaring the shit out of me. Besides, with the way things are going back in Colorado, I’m not sure if Christmas with my family is even going to be possible anyway,” Daisy said laying her chin across the top of the mouse’s head. “They’ve got some shit to deal with and I’m not sure things would even be close to the way they were so it’s not a big deal.”
“Yes… yet it is,” Cecily said softly. She looked up at Daisy and asked, “When can we go home?”
“Just as soon as they show up with the release papers so I can get you out of this place,” Daisy said looking down into her lover’s eyes.
As the couple walked into the house from the garage the sound of shouting echoed from the far side of the great room. “I’m done, I fucking give up,” Susan shouted. “How the fuck does the old man hide shit like this and keep a straight face when we are doing the books? It’s fucking...”
Behind the shouting chinchilla could be heard mumbling accompanied by the sound of an electronic receipt calculator printing almost non stop.
“Does it really matter? Seven separate trusts, one for each of us, all set up in the last two months. What he did to get the money is irrelevant,” the voice of the liger said.
“The real question is who was the seventh trust for? There were only six disclosed at the reading. The seventh was confidential.” The otter could barely be heard in the distance.
“Once again, it’s not any of our business. The Colonel had his secrets, and he apparently took at least one to the grave with him. What does it look like?”
“The monthly payout for each is ridiculous. the first stipend will bring us so far into the black... “ the printing sound stopped as something was thrown against a wall. “What the fuck. There is no way in hell… How the hell did we not know he was doing this? The records go back nearly thirty years. He... just… GOD DAMN IT! Why have we been working on this all by hand, we could have had contractors in here and had this finished months ago.”
Daisy and Cecily walked into the great room to see the rest of the group gathered around the breakfast table going through paperwork.
“Not trying to second guess anyone, but if we had would this group have been this tight knit if you had?” Daisy asked as the pair walked into the room. “I mean you all knew the Colonel better than I did by a hell of a lot. But honestly, if it had gone that way would Hank have had anything to keep him busy? Would any of the rest of us really put as much into this thing as we have?”
“Look Mouse bait,” the chinchilla said clearly irate, “ you tell me how the old fuck pulls a twelve digit number out of his ass, splits it seven ways, then writes the trust rules so that it’s a perpetual self sustaining account and is almost impossible to touch…”
Susan was cut off as the eagle ran over the table and past her, nearly knocking her out of the chair. “Sis’er,” Alex shouted as she slid across the polished wood floor on her knees at mouse level. The collision echoed in the barely furnished room as the eagle wrapped her wings around the mouse. “Don’ ya evah scare me like dat again.”
Pulling one of the camp chairs over and taking a seat the moose replied, “from looking over Sisy’s paperwork I’d say he didn’t pull anything out of his ass. From the looks of it he had been having part of his military pay drawn out and invested for years. Apparently very wisely invested at that. As far as the trust rules thing… it’s not all that different than the one my grandfather set up for my brothers and myself so off paw I’d say they both knew a good lawyer from the military.” Leaning back in the chair a little more she added, “seems more than one old military rat was smarter than what they let anyone know.” As her brow furrowed a bit she added, “ the couple of months thing is kind of weird though. Grandad made the changes to mine and Ralphs’ about two months before he passed too, weird.”
As the moose talked to the others about the unusual situation that had arisen, Cecily squirmed her way out of the eagles's wings and made her way over to the group. "Why... wait, you said seven? I don't understand. Seven what?"
"Seven separate trust funds," Lilliana said as she leaned back from the table. "Each with a set stipend to pay out to one of us, and all of us trustees on them. All except one. We have no idea about the seventh fund except that it exists." She looked over at the mouse and said, "Now don't go getting any hairbrained ideas like saving the world or anything. Let's start small and just save this country first." She reached out and put her paw on the mouse's shoulder and looked her in the eyes as she added, "And it's all pointless if we don't have you."
The entire room fell deathly silent as Cecily felt everyone look at her. "I... I'm sorry." she muttered softly.
"Don't be, It's hard losing someone close to you. But you have us, and we will always be here for you." Lilliana pulled the small mouse into her lap and wrapped her arms around her like a blanket. "The real question is... Where do we go from here Sir?"
Cecily sat in her adopted mother's lap like a small child as she looked over the papers scattered on the table. "I... I.... don't know," she said in a near whisper. as tears started to form in her eyes.
Lilliana sat her chin on the mouse's head as she said, "You know what? Neither do I. With everything that has happened, I think we are in a whole new brand of crazy that we don't know how to deal with." She looked over at Daisy and asked, "You have any suggestions Number One? You have seen a bit more of this sort of thing than we have. Not sure shoot it is the right answer."
“Not sure asking me is either,” the moose herm said crossing her arms over her chest. “All I can tell you is that with the timing of him setting this shit up… it seems to me what ever the old man had in mind for his nest egg he found something else he believed in more. I mean think about it. What ever he had been stashing and investing for all those years it had to take him to accumulate that much, and two months ago he sets this group up to carry out the one mission you all took on willingly. I’m probably talking out of my ass here, but it just seems to me he wanted this to happen as much as Cecily did.”
Alex walked back up to the table and dropped back in her chair as she started to talk, "Okay firs' t'ing firs', whayah we gonna put da scerit layah and Oo's gonna make da outfits? I wanna cape on mine."
"How many times have I got to say we're not superheroes," Susan said as she slammed her paws on the table.
"I read my comics," the eagle said leaning back in her chair. "We'ah rich ex-milita'y soldiers wit' a mansion, and a michion ta res'cue da 'elpless. Sounds like Supa' 'eros ta me. I wana cape."
As the two ranted a soft giggle came out of the mouse curled up in the liger's arms. With a bit of a smile herself, Lilliana said, "Okay Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb, on a serious note. We have nearly finished the renovations, Thanks in a large part to a couple of fools that follow us ladies around like morons and do what we tell them. Sorry Hank, you're lumped into that crowd yourself. And with the... Christmas plans in the works," the liger grunted as Cecily elbowed her in the ribs. "I think this place is ready for some real furniture. Other than that, everything has been taken care of for operations." She looked around the table, "We should be able to mark phase one complete by the new year."
"And how exactly are we going to get started on Phase two?" The chinchilla asked.
"It... it will just happen," Cecily said. "Once word gets out, they will come to us. Or we will hear about them. They talk... word about safe places gets around. It's just whether they will believe it or not. It's... it's a too good to be true rumor. And... and I think it is already out there." The sound of her voice was hollow, almost sad as she spoke. "I... I think I want to go to bed."
As the mouse worked her way out of Lilliana's arms and onto the floor she glanced at Daisy, then she started walking to the back hall. Lilliana glanced over at the moose as well and gave a head jerk in the mouse's direction as she mouthed the words, 'don't leave her alone.'
As Daisy entered the room she shared with her lover, she found it vacant and uninviting. Cecily had apparently retreated into her sanctuary of the dollhouse again. She walked over to the house facade that occupied what was once a sitting room it the large master bedroom. As she looked through the windows she found the mouse seated at her desk with her back to the moose.
"Are you just going to stand there staring at me?" Cecily asked without turning around. "I'm not going to... It was stupid. I have so much, and I know what it's like to have nothing. And... I don't know what I was thinking."
“You were thinking that like always happens everything was going to fall apart on you again,” the moose herm said flatly. “It’s what you’ve always been through and what you always expect to happen Sisy. I can’t even begin to imagine what that’s like. But I also can’t for the life of me figure out how you don’t see that things are finally different.”
She turned around, the obvious evidence of crying streaked down her cheeks. "Six months, it's only been six months." She looked down at the floor as she sat at the desk on the second floor of the half scale house within a house. "I know it's different. Everyone... everything is different. But, it's all still so... new... Like none of it is real. I feel like little orphan Annie being rescued by daddy Warbucks. Next thing you know, some lady is going to come out of nowhere and say she's my mother and wants me back. I... I like it here, and I don't want to lose it... for anything. I don’t want to lose you." She looked back to her lover, "It's all happening too fast, it feels like a runaway train, and I am the one at the controls.”
“Don’t have a clue what to tell you sweet stuff,” Daisy said leaning her head into the small window. “This crazy ass bunch seems to only work with a self imposed impossible timeframe. I have no idea how the hell they’ve pulled off as much as they have in six months. The how might escape me, but the why is as clear as glass. they did all they have done for you sweet lips. You told them about your dream and everyone of them went all out to make it happen as fast as they could. I know it’s fucking overwhelming, hell I’ve just mostly been a bystander in all this shit and it’s overwhelming as hell to me as well. You’re right about one thing though trail mix, you are the one at the controls of this runaway train. Whether we make the station or crash and burn is up to you,” she said as she turned away from the window. “I’m not going anywhere without you babe, whatever you decide to do about this shit I’ll be right here beside you like always, may as well get used to it because you’re stuck with me unless you tell me to get lost,” she added as she walked away and flopped down on the large couch across the room from the mouse’s sanctuary.
Cecily walked over to the window and looked out at her girlfriend. She sat down and leaned her head against the sill. "Do... do you really think we can do this? I mean, Think about it. I'm just one mouse... who can't even save myself." She tilted her head to look out the far window as she said, "I'm afraid. Nothing I've ever tried has worked right. Everything that has worked out has been done by someone else. It's been you, or Lilly... even Hank and Susan get things done. But I've never..." she trailed off as her eyes moved back to Daisy. "I don't know if I can do this. I hardly made it through the last month."
“Sweetie, I don't have a fucking clue if we can pull this off either. A damaged teen, a bunch of military vets with their own psychological problems and a crazy moose herm, and we’re setting out to try to help kids that other furs and the very organizations that are supposed to be helping them have mostly written off. It’s one of the craziest damn things I think I’ve ever heard of to be honest about it. For whatever reason the shit that needed to happen and fall into place to make it happen did. Now here we are, on the verge of this place being ready to open the doors to the ones that need it, and because of the one fur that I think was the most crazy of the bunch the means to get it running and keep it going is in the paws of the ones that are set on making this happen. Honey I know along the way we’re gonna have problems and you’re going to break on me more than once. You told me back on the islands if I was in for being with you I was in for this and I had to be all in. I have no damn clue what part I have in all this shit, but I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. Win lose or draw squeaker, I’m in this thing with you till the end.”