Jason wakes up in a ruined hotel. Large holes were smashed into everything. [i]How did I get here?[/i] He shakes his head. [i]What happened?[/i] He pulls himself up, and cradles his aching head in his hand. He walks through the ruined building he took shelter in when the meteor shower began. He feels something on his back, so he tries to brush it off. It moves slightly, but stays there. He frowns, and tries yanking it off. He feels a stinging pain, and screeches. Literally. A sharp bird scream echos through the abandoned city buildings. He looks at the thing he pulled off, and sees a feather. A large, bright red feather. He then sees his hand. His hand was no longer a hand, it was a talon. A bird talon. He sees his reflection in a ruined mirror, and stumbles backward. [i]What? What happened to me?[/i] He had large feathery wings, a raptors beak, cold, calculating eyes. [i]I'm a....bird?[/i] He tries flapping his wings, but nothing seemed to happen. He went to the hole in the wall, and looked down. He could see [i]everything![/i] His eyes focused on the smallest details. A half burned book, a random bug crawling around the grass, a large group of shady individuals being chased by a blue dragonborn with white feathered wings, a hot dog stand....[i]wait a minute.[/i]. He runs down the steps, and flies out the door. Literally. His wings catch the wind, and spread, stopping his fall, lifting him up a few inches before he collapses in a heap.