While Munku was talking to the other cats, Mungojerrie had woken up and was staring at the cloudy sky. He looked around and saw Munkustrap talking to Tantomille, Coricopat, and Mistoffelees. He also saw them look at him occasionally. So they also thought something was amiss. He looked up as the silver tabby walked over to him.

Munkustrap walked over to Mungojerrie and said, “Hello Mungo. How are you today?”

Mungojerrie looked at him and stared. He couldn’t figure out why he couldn’t answer, but then, it seemed as if something was released and suddenly Mungo could talk. “Hey Munk. I’m fine, how are you?”

The silver tabby looked a little surprised, but smiled and answered, “Great. It looks like you are back to your old self, huh?”

Mungo looked confused. “What do you mean, ‘back to my old self’?”

“Well…” Munkustrap trailed off, not sure how much he should reveal to the other tom. “Well, it seemed like you were under some kind of spell or something. You haven’t talked or made any real contact with the rest of the tribe for the past week. We were beginning to wonder if you were ok. I thought it might be magic, but the twins and Misto don’t see anything wrong. And if they don’t see anything wrong, then everything must be ok.” ‘At least we hope so.’ He thought.

Mungo just stared at him like he was crazy.

Suddenly a large and loud crash was heard. The two toms looked around and saw a pile of trash come sliding to the ground. But what caught their attention was the scream that came from inside.