Bat stared at it, then started laughing. This was all so absurd. A box--- a bunny--- a hole in a warehouse in the middle of nowhere--- Cricket gone, captured, dead.
Ridiculous.
He began to cry through his laughter. The box dropped to the floor--- Bat needed both his arms to hug himself tightly, standing and staring down at the stars through the hole. His chest shuddered, and everything blurred together.
"He's fine," he whispered to himself, but the words felt so empty and small and... and... useless.