There was no answer. Once again, two of the cats were missing but Cori, the cheese-eating wonder cat, was waiting. She barely regarded the dog but looked at Clint with large, golden eyes. Then started down a hallway, paused and made sure that Clint was following by staring at him over her shoulder, then started again.
Jamie had his head down on a table in his spare room that he'd turned into a workroom (and it definitely was bigger on the inside). A cauldron was boiling away with hints of light, shimmery smoke curling away from it. He was muttering under his breath. Something about 'it's not my fault, I had to make a choice'. He was clearly sweating, afflicted by another of his endless, guilty nightmares.
Cori licked his fingertips as one hand dangled by his side and he jerked awake in surprise which startled the cat into running under the table. Jamie rubbed his face with his hands, still not realizing Clint was there.