Conditional Reality

The cat caught a fairy and brought her into the house where he held her under his paw. We put the cat in another room and offered the fairy some first aid. She looked terribly bruised. Just help me find a way out of here, she said. We opened the front door. The fairy vibrated her wings and became airborne, but could only spiral around the room. She landed on the table and looked at us like she wanted to kill. Put out the call, she said. I need my friends now. I need more help than you can give.