I will be waiting, time after time

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It had started off as concern about her garden. Sure, Gobo had been on Perdita's mind when her garden started failing, but mostly it had been her flowers and vegetables she'd worried about. But time went on, the source of the problem was revealed - a breakdown of the city's pipe infrastructure that resulted in lead in the water supply - and weeks passed without hearing from or seeing her little friend.

She was checking the mailbox - knowing it would likely be a fruitless search - once again, her cellphone held in place against her ear by her shoulder. "I don't care if the city's working on it, Roberta!" she was snapping. "I- Yes, I'm worried! ...No, I've been boiling water. I'm fine, but that doesn't mean I can't be upset! ...Yeah. Look, I... I'll talk to you later."

Pumpkin circled her owner's feet a few times, whimpering, and Perdita sighed. "I guess I could tell her, girl, but you know Bob. I'm not sure if she'd get it." She flipped through junk mail and a few bills on her way back into her home, but paused on the front steps, glancing around the front lawn.

"You better be okay, you dumb twerp."

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He said it with pause, hardly daring to hope. "I think... I want somethin' to eat." He held up his hands, still enshrouded in the blanket. "Not a lot! But... something."

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Perdita smiled warmly. "I'll get you something," she said, her tiredness starting to show now that she dared to relax a little. With a stretch, she got to her feet, and headed into the kitchen.

[gobetween]

His tail flopped down against the ledge with her departure, though he hardly noticed. While waiting, he watched out the window, smiling a little to himself. Sure, he still felt weak and woozy, but he could feel the illness staring to ebb. Already he was a bit stronger than he was when he first woke up.

Maybe, just maybe, in another day or two of quiet, he'd be just perfect again.