Just then, the power went out in the house. Deborah sat the catalog on the table and went to check the fuse box, but before she could reach it, the power was restored again. She didn't think anything of it and decided to settle down on the couch and enjoy some television.
Meanwhile, in the backyard, something was stirring in the back of John's head. Unbeknownst to Deborah, somehow, John had snapped back to reality... sorta. He still was trapped in the form of Deborah's pet, and his body still performed the typical actions that a carefree pet would perform, but his mind had somehow returned to normal. He remembered everything that had happened. However, as hard as he tried, he couldn't control his body at all. It felt like his body was stuck on autopilot and all he could do was sit back and go along with it. But he wasn't, about to give up! Surely, if he was able to snap back in his mind, he figured that there must be a way to gain full control.
John tried to formulate a plan in his head, while he sat there grooming himself. He found it difficult to concentrate, while his body insisted on cleaning himself. After a few minutes, he finished licking his penis clean and laid down on the back deck. He knew something brought his mind back, and he figured it had something to do with Deborah. Could she be losing her power? And if that were the case, why now?
Thousands of questions were running through his head, and deep down he was hoping he'd find his answers soon, or else he'd be trapped in this primitive form forever.