[It's later in the evening, stars twinkling the sky, open grass field with a white picket fence in the middle of nowhere. What's more strange is something is hopping over the fence slowly, in a line. As one looks closely, it's a line of.... tuxedo cats? There is a familiar yellow sleeping bag near the fence....? Whenever Ochaco arrives there, she will find a small black cat looking up to the sky. Counting.]
87. 88. 89.....
[And why does his tired voice sounds so familiar? Are those yellow goggles over his head and scarf?]
misfire dream sharing thing, woo
87. 88. 89.....
[And why does his tired voice sounds so familiar? Are those yellow goggles over his head and scarf?]