Corridorior

So, there was Dianna and Anthony and Richard and Dara, going down the hallway.

"I have this cat, at home. My mum wanted to keep it for company, but I get to bring it next year.." Dianna was blabbing.

"I like cats!" says Richard as they walk side-by-side. "What's his name? Or her name? What kind of cat is it?"

"He's a British Longhair. His name is Angel." Dianna said, smiling. "He's all got black fur and he's a really pretty kitty. He always curls up on my bed and sleeps.."

Anthony was keeping up with them, not realizing that they had a strange sort of parade going on. Dara was the Grand Marshal at the head, Dianna was one of those cute dancer girls they had running around the place, and Richard and him were bringing up the rear.

"Hey, they're playing 'Follow the Leader!'" Someone pointed that out, shouting at them as they passed by, but Anthony didn't say anything in response, and just chatted with them.

"I have a cat, too. I think she's a mixed breed, though."