Thomas was tired. He had a place to stay with Beauty, but no matter how much he slept, he was still tired. This body was useless. He wanted to be back the way he should be. He didn't want to be Thomas anymore.
But he didn't know how to do it.
Go back to the witch? Thomas was fairly sure that she had plans to kill him. He feared her. He feared what she could do. What she had already done. She had taken him, a being that had no little power himself, and shoved him into this horrible body. Trapped him here.
As he neared the frozen yogurt shop (a place he was considering shutting down when he got back to normal, because really - yogurt over ice cream?), Thomas slowed his pace and leaned against a window.