Paul strode down, realizing that the situation had not improved since he was last there.
There were three people, scattered about the living room in various states of frustration. On the head seat of the dining room table, there was the least upset looking person. Paul could easily tell it was Rick, as he was a man again and looking much like his old self. The difference seemed to be age. He was bigger, more muscular all around with a scraggily red beard and bits of grey showing up on his head. He was absentmindedly twirling a pencil that was on the table.
Across from him on the couch nearby was Olivia, except she was MUCH younger. She was clearly a high schooler, looking very much like she had when Paul and first met her. Her dark black hair was tied in a ponytail, and she was wearing a ton of makeup. She was wearing a pair of short shorts which was very not Olivia, and a tank top which really helped her boobs to pop. She was scrolling on a cell phone looking very annoyed.
Finally there on the floor was a playpen, and in it a baby boy. The baby had a little bit of brown wisps of hair, and was wearing a onesie with which a diaper outline could be seen underneath. The baby looked on the verge of tears, and Paul figured that it was obviously Emily being very upset. She then turned her head to see Paul, and immediately started to call out.
"Ba, badaga!" Emily babbled.
This caused Rick and Olivia to also look up, and they spotted the cat with different feelings.
"Oh good Paulie, I'm glad you're up." Olivia said softly, but still clearly upset.
"Welcome back, enjoy your damn nap?" Rick asked sarcastically. "In case you're wondering, we're taking a break."
Paul tilted his head at that, confused as to why.
"It's been hours honey." Olivia added. "We changed and changed and changed... even some scares with two of us being objects at once and another as a dog.... and now were like this, taking a break." She sighed leaning back.
"Yeah, guess we're just frustrated is all." Rick grumbled. He used his new muscles to effortlessly snap the pencil with one hand. He threw the remains across the room to a garbage bin. Rick then reached down below the table, and pulled up the camera. "So, you wanna give it a shot? Maybe you'll have better luck then us huh?"
Paul was upset at this sight. They had been at this for hours, and yet no progress had been made at all. The camera truly seemed to be stuck on random, so what were they to do besides continue to try? Paul wanted to reassure them, but he knew as a cat he could not. Paul then jumped up on the table, gave a quick meow then turned the camera to face himself.
"Alright, but don't blame me if it's worse." Rick sighed, then he hit the button.
FLASH