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Ben Ferguson (dr_ben) wrote in inpoormerit,

Was he okay? Hell no. He was anything but okay. It'd help if he could remember anything concrete about last night, even if it was as bad as he was beginning to fear it was. At least then he'd know.

Know what? That he'd turned into one of the "monsters" she'd talked about? But that was crazy. It was impossible. It just couldn't have happened.

And yet, in some nebulous way, it fit, damnit. And along with talk of this Drina woman... Jesus, why did it have to be a wolf? An echo of a howl flitted through his brain and vanished as he forced it away.

He realized he was staring and mentally shook himself back to the here and now. She was talking again. "I saw the note," he said quietly. "I guess I just thought it was somebody posting a drunk message. God knows enough of my friends have done it back home." Of course there was also the small matter of him hardly being able to focus on the screen when he'd looked at his computer that morning. His vision seemed washed out a little - not monochrome, but not fully right. That, combined with his aches and pains - and the total mess in the place - had put him off even trying to read much pretty damn quick. "But you don't think the ones who've disappeared might just have been sent back to wherever they came from? I mean we were brought here quick enough. Why couldn't we go back the same way? They might've just forgotten to close Drina's door and something could've gotten in."

It sounded weak, even he thought it did. But he had to find some rational explanation somewhere.