The wheels were spinning and so was her head as she tried to find focus. T-Rex had returned to human form, Dimple was now bracing himself as the wind caressed his fur and Zoe was pedalling as if she was being pursued. It had been a day alright. Now that the daydreams were forcibly entering waking life it was time for her to take charge, assume the pose and rock out into what lay beyond. Dimple was one of those cats who was raised to believe he was a dog. He wasn't so odd that you could take him for a walk on a leash, but he was sitting in the basket now, so comfortably that it seemed imminent that his tongue would fall out of his cute little mouth. Now acting as a stoic figurehead for the ship that was threading between cars, the two were locked in mission mode and nothing, not even red lights were going to stop them.

Zoe had tried to Google for a cat bike helmet for these rare instances, but their usual speed was Sunday, which made it seem a bit unnecessary. While the search had registered some obscure results, mostly from overprotective cat ladies on eBay, the cost was beyond her monthly allowance. Somehow it seemed urgent that she get back to Axe who was waiting in slumber, a vampire patiently waiting to rise from his crypt. Since Dimple had taken the time out of his busy schedule to visit her school, something more unusual than riding in a basket, it just seemed like rush was the correct response.

Cats are magical creatures, able to sense vibrations in the ground and find their way home covering hundreds of kilometers in some exceptional cases. While the school was only a few kilometres away, Zoe was amazed at her gingery companion, especially since she'd never taken him to school before. The look he gave her through the window was so knowing and expressive that for a second, he seemed almost human. A disconcerted yet beckoning expression, it had a haunting quality, now etched on Zoe's mind.

Scrreeecch! Now turning into her quieter suburban road, emerging from the city smog into the cleaner and safer streets, the two were almost home. A speed bump or two and she would be back in her bedroom. Almost wanting to launch herself from her bike, she gave Dimple a more graceful opportunity to hop from the basket before casting her bike aside. The basket attachment wasn't really her style, but Zoe didn't really care what it said about her. Besides, the rules were rewritten whenever she rode around with Dimple upfront and Axe strapped to her back.

Swishing her blue hair from out of the retro bike helmet, the dynamic duo charged down the passage, almost bowling mom over. Ducking back into the kitchen, mom peeked around the corner to see the bedroom door slam shut. Now with even more coffee soaked into her gown, she took another temperature check sip, seemingly unfazed by the alley incident. Permitting a wry smile, she shuffled down the passage. Just managing to stop herself from knocking on Zoe's door, she snuck back to her transcription of an interview with a director about his Alien chestburster scene documentary.

Inside the room, Zoe was slumped against the door, sucking in air... listening to the slipper shuffle fade out of earshot. Relieved to be safely tucked away in her room, she let out a deep soulful sigh. Peering at Axe's coffin, there was a strong feeling of deja vu as she remembered moments before entering the fateful freeze zone. Stroking Dimple for consolation as much as attention, the two sat in silence until his purrs filled the room. They both knew what she had to do. They both knew what she was about to do. Staring at Axe's case for so long that she could swear it started to vibrate, she stood up. Standing upright against the door now much taller than any of the measurement marks on the door frame, she took a final gulp as if stepping off a ledge onto an invisible bridge.

The bridge held firm even though her leg was numb from sitting on it for too long. One step, two steps for man... mankind even? Gravity was still in full effect as she approached the vibrating case. Half-expecting a golden glow to emanate and the ceiling to rip off the house, she steadied herself before flipping open the lid.