"Why are you telling me all this?" asked Ezekiel, then sat back and linked his hands behind his head, watching Greymalkin's thought process in operation; he knew that cats, like dogs and most other animals, only had a limited range of facial expressions, but Greymalkin was an exception to that general rule, just as he was the first animal Ezekiel had ever come across that could communicate with a human by thought transference – in English; then he sat up as an idea struck him, one that had not come from the cat: "tell me, Greymalkin, can you actually speak?" and he noticed a startled look cross the cat's face, which made it look slightly more like a rabbit caught in the headlights; after a few moments, Greymalkin, hesitantly at first, then beginning to gain confidence, replied to him in a light, albeit husky, voice: "this is the first time I have spoken to one of you people, it isn't something that I broadcast, thought transference is capable of more subtle expression, and I know that my own larynx is not designed for speech in the way that a human's is; how does it sound to you?" he asked and Ezekiel replied: "your voice is easy to understand, your pronunciation is good, although it sounds immature – I don't mean to imply that you sound like a child, but rather as someone who doesn't have confidence, because they can't hear their own voice quite the same as another person listening would; if anything, you sound like a young woman who smokes twenty cigarettes a day," and Greymalkin actually laughed; then Ezekiel asked him: "have you always lived here, or are you, like me, in a kind of Limbo?" and now Greymalkin climbed down from his usual perch on the back of Sister Mariah's armchair, and jumped across, to land in Ezekiel's lap, where he sat and sniffed the man: "there was a time," he said quietly, "when I was not as I am now – nor was I a human being in the Earthly sense – I come from a planet a million light years away, and The Creator saved my life but felt it safer for me to live somewhere else, and put me here; Nurse Mariah had always had a cat, sadly he had died and The Creator – who has always had a soft spot for her – gave me the choice: be here as myself, or as her cat; really, there was no contest, for the inhabitants of my home planet look very different from you people here on Earth, so I was aladdinized and became Greymalkin; Mariah is a wonderful nurse, I've seen how she cares for her patients, she is a lactivist and advocates that new mothers should breastfeed their babies, says that Mothers' Milk is the best thing for them, she treats the elderly with great care and respect, and knows much more than the Doctor; and she plays the banjo, guitar, ukulele, mandolin – even a bandura! she is the only person here with whom I communicate, she knows where I come from, but she is affected in the same way as the others by the sporadic vagaries of the Time Loop: at home, I was what was called a Seeker, the best way to explain it is to say I was a Mental Detective – there was never any crime on my home planet, so no need for police, but even so, some patterns of behaviour, or connections between events and actions, what you here call coincidences, required to be understood and explained, to enable equilibrium to return; in my case, that meant understanding errors and discrepancies within the Universe, wrinkles in Space and Time, Loops like here, the Worm Holes you and your associates exploited," and when Ezekiel looked sharply at Greymalkin, taking a short intake of breath, the cat nodded: "oh, yes, I know exactly who you are – I have known of you for many years, long before I came here, but I never expected to actually meet you; although, as I said, our society at home is crime free, I have often wondered about the origins of Evil. . . . ." at which Ezekiel stiffened: was this Cat about to lecture him?