Null is looking into the abyss.

Someone looking back.

Here.

Tom.

Yes.

Stevie, keep the ball rolling.

The rabbit hates us all. The election is proof.

No.

Someone more knowable.

If we call for null, and nothing happens, have we failed?

Someone less fallible.

He must occasionally return to the void to recharge his nothingness.

Someone more in charge of themselves.

No, I think Tom was supposed to bring the catnip. Null was bringing a cat toy.

Someone not toying around.

I knew it. Your rabbit is trying to kill us.

Disappeared into the void again.

Someone less avoidable.

No null.

Not null next.

Don't know how I got so popular.

Someone not obsessed with popularity.

And Void!

Someone feeling less empty.

Catnip, people. You cannot summon the Federation Cat Mage without catnip.

Someone less catty.

Had to loop all the way around to get back to me? That's okay.

Someone less loopy.

I was alone For fifty-four years Born in solitary confinement Never a moment of friendship Or connection Or love On the outside looking in With my family Never joy or happiness When they did well When they celebrated When they laughed I couldn't share Never sorrow Or grief Or tears When one of them ...

No, they are not Tom. They are someone else.

Someone who is not one of them.

Or pastly, or futurely, or eventually.

Someone past all that.

Yes. We're on a roll.

Tom?

We've been calling out to Sorus for a while now with no luck. I hate to say it, but it's time for the catnip.