Rav wrote:
Yes, that's right! I seem to remember that now. I guess it is nice to meet you.. again.
"Sorry, but I'm not really too familiar with you, or anybody here for that matter," He remarked softly, but agitatedly, shaking his head all the while to emphasize his claim. Facing downward and away from the general direction of where the other pets were, he continued to cling onto the habit of not making as much eye-contact with anybody as possible, presumably for his own selfish reasons imaginable.
Once settled, his tension alleviated, he had sat down a few yards away from the dispersed pets, musing with the mindset that, no matter how many times he's forced to face the fact that he isn't acquainted with any of the other former abductees, unbeknownst to him, of course, he couldn't help but slightly reconsider but for the faint, odd sensation of having to met up with them at some point, which was just as bizarre as when he regained consciousness.
"The way we all woke up back then, and how none of us seem to recall what's really going on," He thought deliberately to himself, lightly cringing at the utter strangeness of it all.
"It's kind of creepy."
Still, whatever the case, his contemplation was vain, for his daze was strong and persistent.
In reality, he wasn't really paying any attention to the others, and he really found no purpose, at the moment, to have to stay in the park at this late of hour, convinced by himself that it was time to leave. He was also ridiculously exhausted from...
Whatever, he thought,
had crossed my path and had gotten away with it. It had frustrated him that he had let his guard down, at some point, and had ended up in an awkward predicament that was plausibly orchestrated by someone.
Probably a human,he thought, clenching his fists.
"Man, I don't like this one bit." He trailed off, clearly brooding over the matter irrationally.
"I... ah, forget it. I just need to go home, and lie down or something. I'm sure everything will come together when I'm well-rested," He muttered to himself, in such a manner as if he were carrying a small, meek conversation with someone else entirely.
It wasn't until a few minutes later that he stood up again, without a word, nor glance to the others, and had noticed the distant gates past yonder, barely visible and distinguishable if it weren't for its light, mellow movement with the occasional breeze. At first, it seemed like a long run, considering that the lengthy pond stood between him and the southern exit of the neighborhood park. However, as Carlito observed around the edges it had proven to him that he can simply walk his way around it, instead of risking himself for a reckless alternative he initially thought of, so he brushed this feeble obstacle aside without any further thought.
However, he was eventually intercepted by the sudden, unexpected burst of activity. Surprised and bewildered, Carlito's penetrating gaze rested on the ascending rocket. Assured that, from its presumed and immediate elevation, it wouldn't harm him or the others, not even in the slightest, he then turned to look straight at the others, expecting that they would remain unscathed. He took this opportunity to glance out to them, when, at the right moment, he assumed that their attention were directly fixated toward the sky.
Instead, even when a few of the others appeared flustered to him, he remained unconvinced, and had, instead, simply stared back at the fireworks looming over the general area, narrowing his eyes from the backlash of the illuminating lights until they completely dissolved into the empty, pitch-black sky. He wasn't particularly fazed, nor impressed, by the lettering that manifested.
"...Well, that was a nice distraction," Carlito muttered sarcastically, crossing his arms.