Dylan made his way to the tree house, his kitten Ginger in his arms. It wasn't that bad of a day out, so he had decided to go walk about the grounds. He had almost forgotten about the tree house until he spotted it from a distance on his walk. He had then eagerly made his way over. Carefully placing Ginger in his bag, he made it more secure on his shoulder and began climbing up the tree house. Ginger poked her head out of the bag to peek at the few students playing on the ground below.

Once they reached the top, he sat on the edge of the balcony and let Ginger out. She curled up onto his lap, her chin resting on his knees as she watched everyone below. Dylan smiled, stroking her ears.