Back in the hotel room, Rachel was still asleep. Her dreams were erotic fantasies of frogs, usually frogs with Marty's face. In one she dreamed of Marty taking her again in his frog form. Looking at her hands in the dream, they began to turn green and webbing spread between the fingers, each thrust from Marty spreading the changes further. In other, she lay on the edge of the bed as Marty pleasured her with his frog tongue, driving her into a series of orgasms that finally jolted her away.
Rachel found herself laying in bed, soaked in sweat. She half-expected to find Marty had been pleasuring her in her sleep. She hoped that's what had happened. But as she regained her senses she realized instead she had been masturbating in her sleep, driven by her fantastic dreams.
She rolled over to see if she had woken Marty only to find he was not there. Hopping out of bed she checked the bathroom, but he was not there either. Then she noticed the open window. Walking to it she looked down below at the balconies and the pool. It was still dark and a moonlight swim felt very tempting. Maybe Marty thought so too? But if he had he wasn't swimming there anymore. Had someone captured him? Had he fled somewhere out of fear of being caught?
Rachel walked over to the nightstand where the mysterious coin lay. She picked it up and examined it in the moonlight, rolling it over in her webbed hands...
Wait, what?! Rachel turned on the light and examined her hands. Sure enough, a thin membrane of flesh extended between her fingers. She looked at her toes and found the same thing there. She had just picked up the coin for the first time - could it's effects be that quick? Then she thought about the froggy sex with Marty. Was she transforming into a frog because of him? Either way, she had to find Marty.