Dark awkwardly came through Camino's window and stumbled to the floor, falling to his knees. He raised his hands to his face.

"Something's wrong," he said. "I can't control this...he's trying to thrust me from his body. His will is strong, I will leave him for a while."

He crawled over to Camino's bed and propped himself against it. He closed his eyes and his body slowly quieted. His hair returned to its normal state and behind closed eyelids his eyes become brown. He smiled and said, softly. "Don't get used to this, Camino. I'll be back before you know it."

Camino woke to a terrible aching in his head. He sat up slowly, finding that movement increased the pain.

He looked around. Was he still on the bedroom floor where he had passed out last night? He frowned. Hadn't he passed out on the other side of the bed?

He got to his feet, using the bed for support. Just when he was about to sit, he stopped and frowned again. He looked down at his clothes and his eyes widened.

"I wasn't wearing this, was I?" he asked, aloud. He brought his hand to his temple. "Oh my head. I can't think straight."

Something strange was going on, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Then he remembered the strange dream he'd had after passing out. Something about a man dressed in black. The potion! That must have been what made him pass out and hallucinate.

That stupid fortuneteller and she said it didn't have narcotics in it, he thought.

Cold wind blew in through his open window. He didn't remember leaving it open. He got up and went to the window. It was still dark outside. The sun hadn't risen yet. He slammed it shut, but noticed there was soil on the sill. He took a few steps back.

"What's going on?" He looked around the room. "Did someone break in? Nothing seems out of place."

His head was throbbing so much and he was so tired that he opted to figure this out later. All he wanted to do was fall into bed and sleep.

He took off his shoes, crawled into bed, settled his head against the pillow and pulled up the sheets. He snuggled into the warmth of his bed and immediately began to fall asleep.

Camino woke to the sound of his name being called. He sat up and recognized the voice to be his mother's.

His bedroom door opened. "Camino?"

"Good morning," he said, groggily.

Snow went to his beside and looked down at him. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah." He'd gotten about four hours of sleep and felt a little better.

She looked at him, skeptically. "Come here." She examined his face closely. She put her hand on his forehead. "Well, you do look better. Are you sure you're feeling all right?"

"Yeah," he insisted. "I'm fine."

She nodded. "All right. Get ready for class and I'll get your breakfast. You must be hungry."

He grinned. "Yeah, I'm starving! Say, did you hear any strange noises last night?"

She frowned, slightly. "What do you mean?"

"Any noises that you wouldn't expect to hear."

She laughed. "I couldn't hear anything over your father's snoring. Why do you ask?"

He sighed. "Oh, it's nothing. I was just wondering." He looked at her unconvinced face and added, "I thought I heard something. Is dad here?"

She shook her head. "He left early this morning to get some fire wood."

"Oh."

She left the room and closed the door softly. He threw the covers back and noticed the clothes again. He knew the clothes were his, but he was sure he wasn't wearing them last night.

He stood began to undress. He noticed something sticking out from under his bed. He knelt and pulled out handfuls of jewelry and his eyes widened.

Where did these come from? He pondered. I've never seen any of this jewelry before.

He put the jewelry on his desk and stepped back, but kept his eyes on it as if he were afraid if he looked away it would disappear.

I don't know where those came from, but I'm going to have to find out and return them because they're certainly not mine.

He glanced at the clock on the wall and knew he was running short on time. He scooped up the jewelry and dropped it into his backpack. Maybe he could find out where they came from by the end of the day and return them to their rightful owner.