OOC: Me indifferent. I'll go with whatever.
IC (Stacey): Stacey ran away from the impromptu burial scene, sloshing through a creek and heading for a crude lean-to against a large tree. She lay down. "There's nothing to be afraid of, Stacey" soothed the squirrel. "He just has a sick mind and heart."
"Basil could have killed my parents" Stacey said. "Left me in this forest to die."
"Basil could have killed my parents." Macky pointed out. "He didn't."
"That's because your parents are still alive, doofus" Stacey tweaked his nose. "I don't even know who my parents even are. They could be dead or alive, and even I wouldn't know."
"Do you really want to know that your parents are dead?" Macky said. "Look what happened to Rick."
"We're not killers, Macky."
"But still, if someone killed my parents, I would want to kill them. Now I probably wouldn't actually follow through on it, okay, and I doubt anyone is going to slay an old squirrel, but I'm not going to deny that the desire would exist."
Stacey sighed. "Macky, you are impossible."
"I'm just pointing out the facts. You want to hunt down your parents? Sounds like an adventure. I'm in."
"I don't even know where to start. That's crazy. I was just explaining why I was sad."
"Well, if you're going for that, the best place to start is by going back to where we found you here in the forest. Also, any memories of anything unusual from before you were left here?"
Stacey furrowed her eyebrows. "No. Nothing."
"In the morning" the squirrel whispered, "we are going back there." The two curled up and slept.