San Francisco State University, Thursday morning
Wyatt woke up when his alarm went off. He reached out blindly to turn it off so as to not wake his roommate, then got up and staggered across the hall to the bathroom. Except when he got ready to relieve himself, something was missing.
He stared down for a long moment, then yanked his pajama pants back up and turned to a mirror. The reflection gaping at him wasn't his own. What the hell? He wasn't even in Fandom. This wasn't happening. He had to be dreaming.
He hurried back to his room, praying no one would see him, then grabbed his phone and dove under the covers. Isabel had an early class that morning, so he couldn't call. Which was fine with him, because he wasn't sure he wanted to attempt speaking. So he texted:
TO: Isabel
FROM: Wyatt
Are you okay???
He stared down for a long moment, then yanked his pajama pants back up and turned to a mirror. The reflection gaping at him wasn't his own. What the hell? He wasn't even in Fandom. This wasn't happening. He had to be dreaming.
He hurried back to his room, praying no one would see him, then grabbed his phone and dove under the covers. Isabel had an early class that morning, so he couldn't call. Which was fine with him, because he wasn't sure he wanted to attempt speaking. So he texted:
TO: Isabel
FROM: Wyatt
Are you okay???