"She's covered," Travis replies with the slightest edge to his voice. Sylvia's supposed to visit in a few days. She won't let Jeane starve. He fucking hopes so, at least.

He leans against the machine, his gaze fixed on the delivery door at the bottom. Waiting, waiting.

"What if this thing gives me a real live cat? A clone of Jeane or something. Then I gotta get more tickets to get a litterbox and shit..."