The darkness envelped Clive as he ambed along the path. He glanced at his watch. Ten minutes to go. With a sigh, he turn left off the path and plunged into the dense trees. Whimpering slightly at the sight of the moon almost at a peak, he broke into a run, dropping his bag at the foot of a nearby tree. He broke into a clearing, and hastily pulled off his t-shirt and glasses, before his body erupted in pain. He screamed out in agony, eyes clenched shut through fear. A long loud cracking sound echoed through the clearing, as his bones cracked into their new posistion. He gave an anguished yelp, which turned into an anguished howl as his snout elongated, and hair exploded through his skin. His back arched and his spinal vertebrae widening and growing in size, until finally he was fully transformed. The processes took less than three minutes. He was a werewolf.

George turned to Mitchell, dumbstruck. "Another werewolf?" he whispered, agahst. Mitchell has just told him he had seen a patient of the hospital leave around quarter past eleven, the same time George headed down to the isolation room. Mitchell had also explained how he had sensed that the man had been supernatural. "No it can't be! I mean don't get me wrong he had a bag, was in a hurry but then most patients that get discharged leave in a hurry eh?" The vampire's Irish accent accentuated his words. George stared at Mitchell, and began to stammer. "Not a... How could you... But what else... How many people do you know, that get discharged from hospital at quarter to eleven?" George's voice was strained, high pitched and bit at Mitchells ear.

"Ah, good point," Mitchell conceded, "but it doesn't mean anything. He could be a vamp like me. But not a ghost cos he's in hospital."

"Oh really? Not a ghost, well I'd never have guessed! Nina!" George replied scathingly before spotting his fellow transformer. "Mitchell reckons there's another werewolf in town."

"No, George thinks there is another werewolf in town, after i had told him there was a patient discharged at quarter to eleven last night..." Mitchell trailed off as a figure walked through the door behind Nina. It just happened to be the guy he had spotted, last night.