She just got told she was a goddess, it wasn't the year 1865, nor was it England, and that she was going to have magical powers and the ability to fight evil spirits. The possibility of a cat person was definitely on the "high" portion of that list, Celty.

Still, it was important to find the cry for help. She cupped her ears and closed her eyes, trying to hear it above all the din.

"Help! Please!" she opened her eyes and pointed in the direction, grabbing Celty's hand. "This way I just heard it!"