The room creeped him out, but after his recent conversations he understood why. The echoes of countless other deaths still resounded in the room.
He experienced a moment of white-out panic when he realized his canine form remained strapped securely on the table. He struggled in the restraints, even barking out for help. Had all of the conversation with Anubis been a dream? Or another ruse by another ancient Egyptian god to set him up for another big cosmic joke?
He laughed, at himself. After all, he was the boy who had traded away his humanity for a bout of catching a plastic frisbee.
Jared tried to stay positive. He wanted to get back his former life. His brother, his parents, playing baseball, maybe having a decent shot at something with some of the girls at school. A future that would consist of more than twice-daily walks, dog food, and futile squirrel chases.
His acute canine hearing picked up something.