Izzy had not pedaled for two minutes, when upon turning a blind corner, she encountered something quite suddenly. Like a surprise attack. Defying any cause or logic, he appeared. Or rather, [i]it[/i] was just there; it had not been lying in wait. This was neither convenience nor coincidence. It was simply a collision of circumstance, as from its perspective, Izzy was quite an insignificant existence. Like a human compared to an aberration.

It was Trevor, obviously. But no one would recognize him. He was white. An existence of pure white, like a full moon on a dark night. His dark hair had turned so pale and so fair that it was nearly transparent. His skin, normally with a mild pigmentation, was sickeningly pallid. He had been transformed. Even Izzy likely would not have recognized him, had his face not been at the forefront of her thoughts for more than a month. Golden eyes stared at Izzy, reflecting the light of her flashlight back at her. He stood with almost no clothes; only a pair of black briefs, with no shoes at all, leaving his muscled physique bared for all to see.

"Awro?" He made a strangely doglike noise.

It was then that Izzy noticed, atop his head, somewhat hidden by his mussed hair, were a pair of bestial ears. Dog's ears, standing out stiffly and warily.

"Mrhhm." He murmured, still looking at Izzy warily.