The man walked past me and stopped, observing the blood running down my neck.Your injury. Let us tend to it. He looked out through the open doorway and silently gestured to someone out there. Our world, he said, is far more advanced than yours. For reasons you'll understand shortly.A thin, bony, naked woman entered the room, carrying two small, white kittens. She sat one of the fluffy cats in my lap and stuffed the other down my shirt. She turned and left.There, said the large man. The kittens will make your sad go away.
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A man noticed an injury on the narrator's neck and offered to help. He signaled to someone outside, indicating that their world is more advanced than the narrator's. This hints at a deeper, possibly unusual reality that the narrator is about to discover.
A bony woman entered with two small kittens, placing one in the narrator's lap and the other down his shirt before leaving. The man reassured the narrator that the presence of the kittens would alleviate his sadness, suggesting that these creatures have a special role in his healing or comfort.
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