[Today, Frey had slept in a bit. Sometime during the night, he’d changed back, but at the moment he’s unaware of it. The only thing he is aware of is a dream he’s having.
A nightmare, to be exact. And to make matters awkward, he’d forgotten to close his journal last night, and the record function was still going, capturing images of the thought bubbles as they appeared above his head as he thrashed and muttered.]
Lyon! [Frey gasps, eyes wide as he shoots up from his bed, panting. After a few moments, he‘ll place his head in his hands, sighing tiredly. The realization that he‘s back to normal is taking a backseat right now.]
(Just a dream….. It was only a dream.)
(It’s over now. It’ll never happen again.)
[And he still doesn't notice the journal is open, let alone the thought bubbles.]