As the cheetah-turned-human and the tiger-turned-human left, Angela decided it would be best to leave too. With her back against the tree, she squeezed her eyes shut and meditated intensely, morphing into her human self. She was worked up, and too excited to go home now. She decided she'd go to the city and find a party to crash. She had so much to talk about. She turned around and started walking out of the forest.

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The boy gave an overly-simple answer. James looked into his eyes, itching to probe him but knowing to respect his privacy. He wanted badly to know what used to be in the place of the emptiness, an artistic desire to tap into the doom and gloom of the world. [color=6ecff6]"What's your name?"[/color]