We grabbed our new fluffy friend for a little stroll through the wastes, only to immediately run into a couple of gentleman dressed in tench coats, fedoras, and shades. They gritted their teeth at the sight of the cat and said they'd been looking for it! Apparently it belongs to their dear old nan, who loves it dearly. Before we could utter a word, they took Sharikov, thanked us, and left. The cat didn't seem to mind, so maybe it's for the best. Isaac is quite calm given the situation. Ezekiel says he feels parched. How about some water for Zak? Maybe some water for Lime is best. ISAAC WAS SENT ON AN EXPEDITION WITH THE GASMASK.
