Petey hasn't eaten.

He smiled.

What time was it? Where was he going? He didn't know. He didn't want to.

He hadn't slept for four days. He wanted to go home to Petey.

"Feed Petey. Feed Petey. Feed Petey" the words rang in his head. He felt a pang of guilt.

'Oh, Petey. He wouldn't have eaten for the four days I've been gone.' he thought sadly.

"Petey will be fine anyway. He never needed food. Not the normal kind, at least." he said to himself as he dropped his head down.

There was a curved design in front of him, on the back of the seat on the bus. The carved top was shorter than the bottom curve.

As he looked, it changed into something else.

The top curve turned into eyes

The bottom gave him a slight smile.

He smiled back.

"Petey, I'm home" he said as he opened the door to the storeroom.

The room was dark.

Something shifted on the ceiling. Somthing jagged and sharp brushed his feet. Cold and lifeless, draining the warmth from him. A wet clicking sound echoed in the room.

"I'm sorry Petey. I'm late"