[There's silence at that. Deep, vast, something close to startled...

Before something begins to laugh.

Another voice, from the right, joins it.

Three and four behind you.

A chorus from above.

Different pitches, genders and tones, all of them in a wild cacophony of mirth.

Finally, it all settles, a hand running down from between his ears down his back, as if he was still fully feline.]

so it is all

all of it

all unknown

all strange

all different

nothing

everything

you

be brave be brave

good child