The sky was morphing, shadows to sun, faint first glow of the light beaming through clouds.

He'd nab a quick bite then snooze awhile.

Beef jerky, a few strips left from the gift basket they'd found in the suite, now tucked safely in the fridge between leftover sushi and dozens of water bottles.

The dragon rolls plastic wrapped on the styro plate didn't amuse him like the Homer Simpson-ish scrawled note stuck on it.

Donot eat.

Justin smiled and reached for a bottle. 'Donot' indeed, no wonder the sweetie had misspelled 'Corre'.

A great guy all around, charming , loveable, and hilarious, Wade didn't deserve someone that good.

He was spoiled, that was it, got the grand prize while Justin sat on the sidelines and had not-

Justin opened the door again, cooled his pink face in the chill.

He didn't have 'nothing' he mentally scolded himself, he had Drew, he was blessed and fortunate to have such a great man.

Were stomach churned and griped. He fed it jerky shreds to ease the ache.

The walls were melting.

Melting in bright colors, heated popsicle sludge.

He saw green, blue and red.

And a dozen or more fly sized mini Curtises dancing across the tile, all decked out in their gaudy, tacky rainbow zebra print best.

Justin stomped on one, heard its shrill scream.

He didn't care, he had the hairstyle first, wore it better.

A hand grew from his stomach skin, a long arm attached, reaching for him.

Tried to strangle him.

Glitter from the ceiling and then it rained down.

A silver metallic Jayge, from top to toe.

He broke the arm off in a spurt of blood and smacked the mini-Dangos like insects.

Had to run before he exploded.

Ran fast jumping and leaping, crawling and climbing.

Had a twitching near one eye and a angry headache.

The idea of Evan and Mike being the same guy stuck in his brain like a thorn in his side.

Evan with a wig on?

Maybe. They DID look alike and as Justin climbed a tree, realized he'd never seen even one online photo of them together.

He was hungry, starving.

Lunged at the animal in the field.

A huge bellow, then silence, barely a struggle as he tore meat from bone.

Awoke by noon with Jinder sobbing nearby, mourning the death of his friend and travel companion, Party Cow.