Rolling throughout the streets of Philadelphia, Yarn takes its time collecting back all the string it's lost. As Yarn looks around, the city looked way bigger than he imagined - indulging in the livid thread that wise guys walk past with stitches of wealth - Yarns eyes glisten. Before recollecting all his string, Yarn takes a slight deeper breath as the sun above of the higher buildings cast shadow, giving Yarn the signal to keep rolling as he tugs on the final length a small cats mouth is on the other end.

With a slight shock, Yarn at first tried to shoo the cat away, but in the end - admired it's playful nature. Rolling forward - holding onto himself this time - Yarn sees the Cat jumping and flocking behind him, and the shadow that daunts over him in front.

Mr_Cat was walking quietly down the streets, when he saw another cat. He wasn't able to see what he chased, but Mr_Cat assumed it was something very cat-chy.

Mr_Cat walked faster and faster to follow the strange cat, and finally he saw what he was chasing: It was Yarn. Not just yarn, but Yarn. His old friend. He ran after him - well-knowing he might not recognize this little black kitten. But it was worth hoping for. 

Looking behind him - with vigour to start a new, as fires shoot in the distance - not a deal he hopes not to be in, Yarn see's an old friend, Mr_Cat seemingly running towards him - with open.. 'yarn'? He begins to accept the welcome from his memories. With the other cat looking at him with a slight lean, Yarn excitedly speaks:

"All this time, and you haven't thread a letter to me's?" With a slight grump lean to his string.