Peter hands over Blue's limp form over to Stephen, his heart's hammering in his chest. He scarcely notices that the other Cat's slinked to his side, but he's frozen with fear.

"You can fix her--fix this--she's fine, right? She's fine, she's okay--"

He's babbling, because babbling was better than thinking.

Thinking made him realize--

--no, don't think that--

"I just--I wasn't asleep for that long, I was just--it wasn't that long--"