The wolf came to his senses slowly, there was a bright light hanging over him as he could sense that he was lying on his back. Bizarre that it may, but whenever the wolf lay on his back he could feel that all his legs were in the air, but could it be that the wolf was so twisted out of shape, his legs would be limp? The wolf opened his eyes more the bright light that was over him was not of the sun's rays but, of magic that of the Emortal bird's? He jolted upwards with fright, and then saw something that would frighten any animal. The wolf could see that he had human arms, body, legs, and he figured his head looked like a human's head too, except for one part of his body, his left hand, which now resembled something that of his old body, a paw, but had a human finger covered in fur, for the index claw. The wolf, or human screamed at his loudest. Other humans came rushing through the door a few seconds later, including Corinne, Trunks, and Paige with two new humans rushed in. One was older than all of the rest, with straight grayish blue hair, and small wrinkles on the face of this woman, she looked concerned as she entered the room, with her fashionable lavender turtle-neck sweater wrinkling up as she rushed in, the same was happening to her navy blue skirt. Scuffing along the floor in the same boots as Trunks. The other human was a younger man with black hair, spiked up like a porcupine's quills but thicker, two spiked bangs covered the boy's forehead a bit and he had a scar over his right eye. He was wearing a bright purple shirt that had some of the same characters of lines on the sleeve of Trunks' jacket. The boy also had on some dark blue denim pants, and white shoes. "Are you ok young man?" the old woman asked the wolf. The wolf couldn't speak human so he kept his mouth shut. "Well would you like something to drink then?" The woman asked the wolf. The wolf could only look up at the woman; despite the fact that he was human he couldn't speak the language of humans, could he still talk to animals? "It's all right," Corinne said putting her hand on the wolf's shoulder, "we're here to help you." Again the wolf sat there he felt hopelessness as he saw everyone around him, some with happy faces while some with angered pained faces about to fight each other. "I'll be leaving," Paige spoke in a cold tone. "Paige wait!" The boy shouted as Paige walked out of the room, soon he followed in hot pursuit. The wolf stared at the doorway that the two humans just exited. "Don't mind Paige," Trunks said, then bringing his volume of voice to a whisper then said, "she has a tendency of being an." "Trunks!" The woman said angrily at Trunks for what he said, "be nice, you've known Paige for a long time, and I don't want you two fighting each other, or saying anything rude about each other when I'm around, got that?" "Yes mom," Trunks said in a moan, while rolling his eyes. "We'll leave you to your thoughts young man," the woman said to the wolf that had a stymied look on his face, "oh, one more thing, if you're ready to talk to us, try coming down the stairs to the main living room, and not screaming, you gave some of us a fright earlier." Slowly, everyone left the room the wolf was in, the last person to leave was Corinne, who turned smiled and waved to the wolf. Sheepishly the wolf imitated the waving gesture with his right hand back to Corinne. After Corinne vanished from the wolf's sight, the wolf studied the room he was in. The room was a large enclosed space with a table beside the bed the wolf was in, a dresser with a frame thing on top of it a bit further away, there was oil, and water paintings on the walls, and some pictures what looked like what the cats described as photos; life like pictures of the recent past. There was at least one window in the room, letting in the dying sunlight and brightening street lamplight. Finally the wolf decided to get up, try to get used to the human legs he now has and walk around. Slowly he got out of the cushiony bed he laid in, the ground was cold to his human fleshy feet, he finally now knew what human feet looked like but the sensation of the ice cold ground was unbearable to the touch for a while, but then he got used to the one spot. Supporting himself by using the bed the wolf pushed up, from his supports, he tilted without purpose forward and backward, then suddenly fell to the ground. Nobody came to him, he was a bit grateful for that since he wanted to be alone now. Getting up onto his human feet, the wolf, used the bed for support, to slowly walk across the room, and it was hard. He had crawled across the room in a way to get to the dresser for some more support. When he pulled himself up to support his body on two legs and feet on the dresser he saw something that alarmed him. There was a human in the frame thing of the dresser, the human looked like a mixture of Trunks and Paige, with Trunks' mushroom shaped hair cut but with brown hair and his hair was a bit messier than Trunks' hair. He had the high cheekbones that Paige had too, but the clothes the other human was wearing was a duplicate of the wolf's new wardrobe, the trench coat that looked like Paige's mixed with Trunks' jacket. A long coat with a double collar, but with lower pockets. Under that he had on a plain white baggy t- shirt, the wolf could only see a little bit of the grey pants the human in the frame wore. When the wolf moved, the other human moved at the same time in the same direction, so the wolf decided to bare his fangs, stupid move there, the wolf thought. The human did exactly what the wolf did and the exact time too. "Hey," a girl's voice said. The wolf surprised by the voice, jumped with shock. He turned to the direction, it was only Corinne, and the wolf let out a sigh of relief that it wasn't the evil that plagued him last night or something like that. "I see you're having fun making faces at your reflection in the mirror," Corinne said with a smile. A reflection, like that of water's, this was a solid piece of a strange material, but yet it showed the reflection of the wolf himself so this is what he looked like as a human, the mix of Trunks and Paige, except he didn't look too tough like either of the two, and then he turned back to Corinne. "Yea-," the wolf spoke then covered his mouth the sound cut off. So I can speak human talk it's just the same as animal talk, but animal talk is only understood by animals, the wolf thought. "Anything wrong?" Corinne asked the smile fading to a look of concern. "No, not really," the wolf said gaining confidence trying to talk, "I haven't talked too much lately." Corinne's cheerful grin replaced the concern after the wolf spoke. "Do you want to come down stairs now?" Corinne asked. "What are stairs?" the wolf asked inquisitively. Corinne's face took another change, but to an appearance of a puzzled look if you were insane or beyond crazy. "Come I'll guide you down to the main living room, is that ok?" Corinne asked with the same look on her face. "Uh, oh okay," the wolf spoke slowly, "but I'm not sure I can walk too well, Corinne." A jumbled shock came to Corinne, "but how do you know my name, who are you?" The wolf pushed off his support still a bit wobbly he had got the hang of standing on two legs, but that was until he started walking, after he had lifted his right leg he started to sway to fall over again, but this time he was falling forward, his arms were too out of balance to stop him from about from breaking his head, he closed his eyes. He stopped falling. The wolf opened his eyes, he was facing the floor, his hair was hanging down toward the floor, and he could see the faded denim pants that Corinne wore, at the tilted angle he was at. He corrected his angle very gradually until he was sitting down on the cold hard ground, and Corinne helped him little by little. "Are you all right?" Corinne asked. "I'm okay Corinne," the wolf said taking in huge amounts of air. "Here let's go down stairs, I can see why we found you out in the bushes, comatose, you probably escaped some harebrained lunatic." "You could say something like that," The wolf said. Corinne helped the wolf lift his body to his feet then helped him down the hall, passing many doors, some that were open to see and some that were shut so no body could see anything, and some that were shut that had labels, the wolf strangely now could read these words, like laboratory, and water closet. Corinne showed the wolf what were stairs; pieces of floor gradually reaching the elevated ground or floor, Corinne helped him down the stairs as well, reached the ground and continued walking until they reached a colossal room with chairs and couches to sit or lay on, Trunks and the old woman were here sitting adjacent from each other, but looking in the same direction, the direction of Corinne and the wolf.