The Universe's Mixer

Hank wasn't happy with how things had gone. He'd transformed, painfully, and nearly wrecked his lab before he got ahold of himself. The table on its side had shown him nothing but a giant white mass, and between that and screams of "BEAR!" as he made his way out of the hospital as carefully and timidly as possible made him almost certain he was a polar bear.

But how on earth had he become a polar bear??

Thankfully he still had his wits about him after the initial panic subsided so he'd gotten out and immediately made for the only individual he thought might have an inkling of what was happening.

He was worried briefly that he couldn't properly remember the way back to the blue box, but as he left the hospital he found his way back with relatively little issue. Luckily it was right where he'd left it last. Right in the park, where it was hidden and safe to approach.

Still, before he did the giant bear stood up to his full height, some fourteen feet, looking around and then landing heavily. He just didn't think it would do for somebody to panic seeing a giant bear attack a blue box. That would attract attention, and the Doctor probably didn't want attention. People snooping around a space ship. Hank didn't like people snooping around his lab (unless they were pretty redheads) and he didn't even live there, technically.

Making his way over Hank sniffed out the door (which was easier then getting used to these eyes enough to find the door visually) and then lifted his paw, gently as possible hitting the wooden door with the back of it so he didn't risk injuring the wood. It was still a mighty set of thuds, however, and Hank winced, then sat back on his haunches in a very human-like manner. He filled up the doorway, head hung low and almost to his belly, waiting to see if the Doctor answered and feeling a great amount of shame for coming to a man he didn't know so well with such need. But even if Hannibal might know something of what was happening, he was probably back in the hospital, and Hank couldn't stand all the panic even his careful wandering had caused. No wonder that wolf had been so upset.

The job had been long, and stressful, and painful, and crazy, and just not at all her kind of fun. Yet, Fred felt that there had been a lot of good done, even if what she think happened happened. Batman had finally done what no one expected him to but had wanted him to. Batman had killed the Joker, maybe. She still wasn’t quite clear what had happened; she was glad though that they got Jake. Now came the long time of healing, if there was to be any healing at all.

She found that she wasn’t as tired as she thought she’d be, but she was tired. Her body didn’t need as much rest, neither did her mind. Only, she really wanted to go home, take a shower, and sleep for a day anyway. She hadn’t thought about Eric or the blood once things really started, and talking to Jennifer had helped. Now that she was free from the chains that bound her to the computer - she never thought she’d actually wish to be away from technology - her mind started working through everything that had nothing to do with tonight. Her new found confidence, her renewed sexual curiosity/appetite, her appetite in general, her everything.

Fred’s current mental state and the lack of sleep coupled with stress created a very unaware Fred Burkle. A Fred Burkle who was a prime target for those brash criminals who hit in broad daylight, or at least the early morning hours as the sun was rising to shine on the City. Fred had spent so much time dealing with the abnormal, that the mugger, a normal person, ( caught her off guard. )

The telephone was ringing. If the cell had caller ID, the number would come up as belonging to one Wanda Maximoff, cranky teenaged mutant. There was a tense edge to her voice as she began talking - to person or to voicemail didn't really matter. Wanda did not wait to see if Dean's drawl belonged to a living person or to a recording.

"It's Wanda. Pick up. Fff--- Look, I know I rolled my eyes about that Scooby Doo crap, but I swear to God a were-something just tried to bust in my window. This apartment building sucks."