Ebonyfur and Alaska

Prologue Thunder was rolling off in the distance, rain pelted the ground. Ebonyfur could hardly see through the dense rain. She blinked as thick icy raindrops clouded over her eyes, making it incredibly hard to see.

“Vacationing in Alaska in February might be the worst idea I ever had!” She said aloud, to no one in particular. But someone answered.

"No," a voice echoed over the Aleutian Islands. "That time you went to that foam rave in Atlanta in April of 1999 was worse." She thought on that. It was true, the soap that made the foam gave her a rash for 3 weeks. "That was bad," she admitted. "Who are you that you know what?"

“Silly girl, who am I, Don’t you remember? I know about the foam, the diary you hide between the floor boards, the money you took from your mothers purse. Shall I go on?”

I still had no idea who this was, but now it was awkward. “Oh, it’s you,” I said, trying to feign acknowledgment. “Yes and I’m here for what’s mine!” they said. “Great! What would that be again? Remind me” I said. “You don’t recognize me, do you?” they said. I looked at my phone.