The Sentinels When the tequila runs out

The name, Deirdre, rung as distantly familiar but of course Sharkbait couldn't place it, just like shouldn't place anything. A sense of frustrated impotence swelled in her small breast and she continued to squint, willing comprehension to dawn. It did not. A peal of thunder exploded directly overhead, causing the forest to shudder and Sharkbait to tremble even as she mouthed the words, Best friend?

Feeling all at once empty and overwhelmed, Sharkbait couldn't help it; she began to cry, keening along with the sounds of the rising winds outside. "I don't... I don't..." she stuttered, subconsciously creeping forward until her face was pressed into Deirdre's white chest. "I don't remember anything," she sobbed into the warm, soft fur there, twitching as yet another cannonade vibrated around them.