Carr walked back into the room with an angry-looking cat in her arms. At least it had stopped trying to get away. Instead, it had made its entire body rigid, stretched out its legs and paws, as if in an attempt to take up as much space and be as difficult as possible. Carr herself wasn't faring very well. There were several scratches on her arms and face and her eyes were getting puffy. She could feel her nose running and her lips began to swell and itch as hives popped up.

"Pwofessoh, I thin' I'n awergi'--" sneeze "--to gats."