Timon wasn’t ready to accept the idea the General could be gone. Not yet. The man had been there just as long as he had and that added up to quite an extended period of time. How could the General go home before he did? Why him? The meerkat made a sour face. No, was surely held up by something. That had to be it. Either he was out fighting Heartless, the Organization, or the residence at City Hall. That or he was plotting and building a new army of sorts… Although, during a time as this, he should have at least made some sort of contact.

“Hmpf. Yeah, right. Those guys had better have a good excuse for slacking off like this.” He shook his head disapprovingly. “I’ll throw a post up shortly. It’ll be helpful to know who’s still here and… Who’s not if we’re going to do anything about everything going on lately.” Timon paused. “I mean, if they are.” It was this kinda stuff that got him in trouble in the first place. “I’m not sure I want to get back into this kinda thing just yet. Couldn't hurt to ask though, right?"