Epilogue
A few days after our foray into the tunnels, we met at Lincoln Way again. Billy and I came bearing gifts for the man of the house. We'd taken a little trip to the SPCA and picked out two kittens, both males…one orange and white, one black and white. They'd been given names, but we assumed Eric would change those to something more to his liking. We were right…he named the black one Jonas and the orange one Winston, after the other man we lost that night. You can't show up to a cat-less house without supplies, so we purchased all the feline necessities. Unfortunately, Billy had gone a bit overboard on our shopping trip, and while she carried the box containing the two lightweight mewling furballs, I was laden down with bags of food, toys, bowls, cat litter, and a large litter box.
