"Am I really that much of an Idiot? You drop your guard at the first sign of comfort?," asks the cat. "But your read my thoughts, stay the hell out of my head!", yells out Fausto as he grabs the nearest thing and throws it at the cat. The cat evades the pile of books that was thrown at it and tells him,"Watch out you butthole!"
Fausto watches ast the cat is abnormally fast in its dodge. "Is that how we normally greet people, no wonder people stay away from us", the cat snides as he gently lands on cabinet that is adjacent to Fausto's bed. "We?!", Fausto with shocks says.
"Yes, we. I tried to explain before you threw all those textbooks at me", says the cat. "My name is too long and too convoluted for human speech to say so come up with a name for me", demands the cat. "A name? Umm... I don't know.", says Fausto.
"You can't come up with a name?"
"No, not when I am put on the spot like that. How about GG?", says Fausto. "I'm not your pet, don't call me something so dumb", remarks the cat. "Ok how about Yui?", asks Fausto.
"You know what nevermind, I'll come up with a name", the cat says as he looks around Fausto's dorm. He sees something that he likes, a poster of a rock musician, "Bowie. Yeah, I like the name Bowie."
"Bowie?", says Fausto. "Yeah I don't care if you don't like it, you suck at making names", says the cat as he licks his long hind leg. "You know you can sit down if you want Fausto, actually I think you were already asleep at this time. We wouldn't want to mess with the line anymore than we already have", says Bowie.
"What do you mean I was already asleep?", asks Fausto. "You still haven't caught on?", asks Bowie as he hops back into Fausto's bed and snuggles on his clothes. "None of this is happening. To put it simply, this is just a memory, and you are fucking with it. So I am going to have to ask you to stop and come to bed. Do you really not remember anything."
Fausto doesn't say anything, he doesn't even listen to cat. He has yet to believe the cat.
"You aren't 19 anymore, you're an almost 30-year-old man stuck in his wonder years. A creature simply wishing for time to stop but too afraid of death. You willing locked yourself in your own mind when you realized that there is nothing for you in the future. Like a toddler stuck nursing on their mother's teat, you refuse to grow", solemnly says Bowie. "Remember Fausto: the forest, the jeep, the vines, two months, the police, the military, Paul, John, Rachel? You never really left that forest."
Suddenly the memories came flooding back into Fausto's head and the last thing he can recall was when he ran out of ideas and ran to John's house. This caused him alot of pain, it was almost like someone was striking his head with a brick. Just a constant bash of thoughts with no end.
"Right now as it is, our friend Paul is carrying us on his back", gently says Bowie. "But it's only a matter of time before his legs give out."