Rhys smirked and flashed a thumbs up to Christopher as he pulled on some better-fitting clothing. He arched an eyebrow as the other started talking to empty air, but was abruptly blindsided by new sensations.

Confusion. Anger. Impatience. He still saw the hallway of the hospital ship, but at the same time he was within a cavernous room, an enormous jail cell, pounding at it with his feet and fists and tail.

Tail?

And then he realized. The daydreams from earlier. They weren't visions, but rather new memories he was now privy to. Rhys was linked to something, one of the beasts on Mars. He wasn't sure which one.

He screwed up his face in concentration, focusing on the new feelings, linking them to his own. They were alike- imprisoned, disliked. He focused on the similarities, and saw that it was a two-way street, an even exchange.

It was working. He was making contact. Rhys was becoming one with Gorosaurus, split across two bodies.

He took the rage, and focused it, raining blows on one portion of the wall rather than flailing wildly. His patience was rewarded by the sight of the wall crumbling, the Martian landscape stretching before him. Antlike figures fled beneath the enormous creature as it stepped out into fresh air.

Through the eyes of Gorosaurus, Rhys could see a cluster of buildings before him, more of the people running out the doors and piling into vehicles. Pathetic. 

Rhys smiled as he realized what this was. A chance to get back at everyone for the disrespect he had always been shown. Things were going to be different for Rhys Thompson, he told himself as he had Gorosaurus pile into the still-occupied buildings. He smiled as he heard the screams drowned out by the crashing of the buildings crumbling into rubble. Much, much different.