Art sat bolt upright in bed, panting. He glanced at his phone, seeing the time: 2:07 A.M. Of course. Ever since a few months ago, he had been waking up in the middle of the night, with the wierdest dreams. They usually had something to do with fairies and otherworldly police forces, and he could have sworn one of them contained a sarcastic dwarf with bowel problems. He sighed. There was no point in dwelling on it, now that he was up there was no way he could go back to sleep. He jumped out of bed and pulled on his favorite black skull hoodie, and went to his dresser to grab a thick pair of socks. His black hair stuck up in odd places, but he didn't bother flattening it out, something that a few months ago he was sure that he would have not thought about, and done sub-conciously. His life had definitely changed. His memory of the past few years was strangely dim, a fact that his counselor had assured him was due to stress.
As he passed the security room, he heard hushed voices. Butler and Juliet. They seemed to be having the same conversation he had overheard many times in the past few months.
"I'm worried about Artemis." Butler was the only one to call him Artemis anymore. His mother called him Arty, and everyone else called him Art, even the twins. Of course, his classmates at school didn't know his full name was Artemis, they probably assumed it was Arthur or something. A wuss name. This thought struck him as strange, a thought he knew the old Artemis would never have had. He tuned into the conversation again.
"He definitely seems different, but didn't we already conclude why?" Juliet. He supposed she was pretty, but too old for him. Plus, she could probably beat him up. Again, a train of thought that would never be in his head a few months ago.
"Yes, but should we tell him? With the new personality, it might not go over well." Butler again. This seemed to be where the conversations stopped every time he heard them, they could never decide what to do next.
Just as he thought, Juliet was silent. He didn't think there was anything else to be heard, so he continued downstairs to where the TV was. Of course, he could have watched upstairs, but the one in the living room picked up more channels. And it was farther away from the twins' room, he didn't want to wake them up. He switched it on, and began watching the first horror movie he found, with the volume turned down. He didn't think that he had Cable TV a few months ago. Just another way his life had drastically changed. He pondered what they were considering telling him. A few months ago, he would have stopped at nothing to find out, but now he was only mildly curious.