There's something very wrong, I can tell as soon as I slide in through my door. It's not technically a door and I know that, but sometimes I like to pretend.

Jou is alone in the kitchen. And he... has been crying, I think. And he's not the only one, the entire room, no, the entire house reeks of bad news.

"What happened?" I demand. Yummy leaps from my shoulder five feet to the table. Man, he's getting really agile. He puts his head under Jou's hand, inviting him to pet. Smart, too. "What is it?"