"You will pay for this." The crone didn't yell. Her voice was low and steady, perhaps an indication of just how much trouble the City was in. By the end of it, as the blob took over the bed, the room itself had turned upside down. There was at least one lamp stand fixed to the ceiling, and it was probably not coming down for a while. The small woman considered burning the blob, but that nagging feeling said wait, watch, yield.
Tears wet her cheeks as the blob became less and less of a blob and more of an..Eric? Her lips pursed; she moved closer to the bed, tears still falling. There was at least one wall burnt from electrical overload. Anything that could explode might have; there had been little satisfaction in it, but the nagging feeling hadn't stopped her in that. It had only wanted her to wait to see what came next.
When the form became a complete Eric, she climbed carefully on to the bed to look down at him. She didn't touch him, not yet. Something felt different, and tears threatened to blur her vision completely. Reality righted itself and, in so doing, took away her husband, the only man who saw her for more than some evil sorceress. He loved her warts, bags, cabin, and all. Now, she could barely feel him, not quite as if the man was completely something or someone else, but pretty damn close.
She finally touched his shoulder. Not sure what to call him because even in the touching, she could feel he was something different.