We made our way up the empty stairwell and Crookshanks was waiting by the door patiently as I caught my breath. Why am I out of shape? I remembered the face in the reflection, and I had to remember this body hadn't been taken care of for quite some time. It was laughably easy to get through the hospital as nobody seemed to mind a tabby orange cat making his way past the gift shop and to the service area where there were no anti-disapparation wards.