If this was going to keep up, Rhys was going to need some larger clothes. The hospital pajamas were far too tight, his arms, thighs and chest were in danger of splitting them open with the slightest movement. He looked down at the sound of a snap to see the wristband they had given him flutter to the ground, breaking under the pressure of his thickening wrist. He had a vague idea of where clothing was kept, might as well head there.

Rhys was greeted by a scene of carnage. One of the nurses lay on the floor, covered in blood and twitching. That was secondary compared to the fellow standing over him, wings and a blood-smeared tail peeking out of tears in his clothing. Good. Someone else here had the right idea. He looked familiar. Maybe he was one of the other patients, Rhys had seen a few of them in passing.

Unable to speak, there was no way Rhys could announce himself. So he just carried on with his business. He walked past the strange insect man, giving a casual nod as if to say "Some place, huh?" and stepped into the closet. He started rooting through the clothes in search of some that would fit his newly thicker body.