But still there were chances of Joey coming here. Ueleblacker had said so. Ueleblacker had said that Joey hadn’t abandoned me but had not even mentioned when he was coming.

Perhaps he had called to ask me if Ueleblacker is taking care of me or not. But I was already a mute just like Dormer.

It meant that the phone in my house was of no use for me.

I didn’t mourn very much for my voice because I knew I was the one responsible for it. If I hadn’t spoken about Satan in church then I would have voice still left in me. I didn’t want to talk all the time. I just wanted to talk with Joey to tell him everything was okay with me. I wanted to ask him when he was coming.

But Satan had taken my tongue. I didn’t know when…

I was glad I wasn’t turned blind because Satan had shown me vision of what was happening in paradise, by mosaic. I was also glad I wasn’t killed for having said everything I had seen in the mosaic. Even though I was mute, deprived of family and responsible for the massacre, I still didn’t want to die. It wasn’t long ago when I had told Hansen I was not scared of death.

I looked at Stacy's photo with words written on it – GIFT IS ON THE WAY.

"Mew."

"Mew."

"Mewww."

Those cats came running towards me and stopped in front of me. The orange one wanted itself lifted, white wanted to hang around me, the one which looked like Garfield was rolling on the floor for some reason and the Russian Blue – wearing blue strap was licking me as always.

GIFT IS ON THE WAY…

I looked down at those.

Were they the gifts Satan has given me? Silly cats? Orange cat also began to lick my other foot while the Russian Blue looked up at me and began mewing. Those little adorable creatures were gift from Satan to me?

I want no part of his gift. I told myself and wanted to shout it out loud but I was mute. On the other hand, what had those cats proven to be worth a gift? They had killed the rats, of course, but it was something I also could have done without anything barring me.

Or the gift meant something else? Did the gift mean my son? It could be possible that they had come to me by coincidence. I could not decide what the matter was. I realized something. Ever since Satan's arrival, one thing I had noticed (apart from anything else) was that I was dreaming frequently of my wife. I also was hearing her voice.

I remembered the dream I had seen in night. I had dreamed of Stacy yelling at me to talk with her. Even in the dream I wasn’t unable to speak. It meant I wasn’t going to hear my voice, even in my dream.

Were the dreams the gift? It did not matter to me. She was dead and now I was mute.

I wanted nothing which had anything things to do with the Satan. I wanted to clear my doubt about the cats. Especially the orange one. I went down to the kitchen from the room.

Then I came up with a bottle of milk and a big bowl in the other hand. Cats were still in there in the same way. I thought to ring the bowl like a bell to get attention of the cats. I didn’t even need to ring it because those cats were already delighted to see me.

I put the bowl on floor and poured milk in it.