The water in the kettle wasn't even boiling when the door to the kitchen opened again. With blood on his ripped shirt and a terrified three-legged cat tucked under his arm, Antonin stepped inside. Oliver called out his cat's name. Both the feline and the boy settled down tremendously when Sam was nestled in his human's arms. Some of her husband's injuries, seemingly minor to her relief, peeked through his ruined clothes.