"Definitely," Sam said hastily, exhaling in a whoosh. "The best example of morbid curiosity I can possibly think of. So if you leave the building then you're...?" He didn't want to say back to normal. Surely memories of morphing into a lion or flying like Peter Pan would linger for awhile. "Oh, so there is a Wicked Witch? Great, great." He laughed again, sounding more amused than panicked this time. "The one in the pink poofy dress was never really my style."
The Invisible Man? That was...something. He probably wouldn't have guessed that. Or maybe so, considering how rail-thin the man was. "So you turn invisible? Must come in handy. Nah, don't worry, Jay. I won't tell a soul. Once I figure out what I'm doomed to become, you'll be the first person I tell. So..." Sam squinted and glanced a bit further down the street. "Coffee? Though, to be quite honest, I feel like I need a good stiff drink." Too bad it wasn't even 2:00 yet.