He woke up. Something seemed different about him, but he couldn't place what. At the very least, he could see again. Waiting for him, were his parents and another car that he had no idea who he was. "Mom? Dad? Where am I?" Owen asked, confused. His parents didn't seem to hear him, so he wondered if he could even speak. He could hear, though, so he eavesdropped on the conversation occurring in front of him. They were obviously talking about him, but he didn't get why the strange, official-looking car was there. They eventually noticed that he was at least semi-awake, and his mother pressed the nurse call button. A nurse must have been right there, because one came right in, asking if he was alright. They told her that he was, and that he was conscious. The nurse didn't say anything that he could understand, and turned on something that was connected to him, which made him fall into a deep sleep.
When he awoke for a second time, Owen noticed that he felt a lot better, but also a lot lighter. He tried talking, but there was no one to hear him, so it didn't matter. Apparently everyone had left for a while. He checked for a clock in his room. When he found one, it said that it was midnight. That's why. He didn't feel like sleeping, so he decided to explore the hospital. Not wanting to start his engine, he crawled out of his room and over to see his charts next to the door. That was when he noticed that he was a lot shorter, too. He could barely reach the charts, and just managed to knock them out of their compartment. Leafing through the papers in the low light, he saw the word transfer, but no hospital name after it. It wasn't even in the correct blank; it was in the diagnosis spot. He needed to find a mirror. Crawling back into his room, he saw that a bathroom was connected to it, with the light on. Going in, he saw what he was now. Owen was now more streamline and painted bright orange with a yellow lightning bolt on his side, plastered over with a giant number 95. He crawled as fast as he could back over to his charts. His name was written on the top line, but it wasn't what he thought it was. His name was Lightning.
