Room 232, Sunday Afternoon

Tony had been sleeping a lot for the last couple of days and dreaming strange dreams where he had fur and claws. He wondered if he was getting sick, but he didn't have a fever or any other symptoms. Eh, hardly the weirdest dreams he'd ever had.

He sat on his bed, reading Australian tabloids online and wondering how well Lee knew that blonde he was co-starring with.


[For one but open after and he's gone, but there's a note.]