It happened again. A dream of having /Ginger paws, then he woke in a new place, miles from where he fell asleep. /Necra checked the date. The /Eleventh. It was always that day, that month. It even started when he was /Eleven. His unlucky number. Maybe it was balance for the gift, but then again, the /Reason didn't matter. As he pulled on his gloves, he was glad he didn't have /Eleven fingers, or he'd probably lose one.