Mishka lived in a quiet North Western town, it wasn't too large nor too small. It was quaint in the way it was quiet, much quieter than the big city he'd moved from. His very errant Father had died and left him a home in this quiet town and before Mishka had realized it his Mother had packed him up and sent him off to live there, alone. He had to get a job and while he'd love to do something musically, a small town wasn't really the place for that. So Mishka worked at the flower shop. When he wasn't at the flower shop he was somewhere in town like at the coffee shop though honestly he'd been trying to avoid there. Someone was always there. The same person, every single time he went. It didn't matter what day it was or the time or even if the coffee shop wasn't opened yet and he was stuck standing outside in the cold wet air! It didn't matter the weather. Lately if he didn't go to the coffee shop he'd see him somewhere else. The seal point Siamese cat was beside himself with worry. What if he had a stalker? But why hadn't that stalker came to the flower shop? Why did it mean? Was it all just a coincidence? Was it something more? The town was small, maybe he was just overreacting. Except now his stalker was stalking him in his dreams. Mishka considered a vacation. A camping trip. It was the summer after all. His friends had been talking about it for ages, so yes. He'd finally accept and he'd go with them. A camping trip was certainly his one way ticket to a calmer mind.