SATURDAY (PM)
"CLUNK!"
"What was that?" Lauren asked, looking over her shoulder as Peter drove.
"Well I didn't hit anything; we would have felt it under the tires. It's probably nothing..." He said.
"Are you sure? It sounded pretty bad?"
"Yeah, trust me, we'll be..." Before he could finish his sentence thick black smoke started barreling out of the hood of the car. "...fine." He sighed, defeated.
He turned his indicator on and they pulled over to the side of the road far enough away from traffic. He turned the car off and popped the hood, coughing as more smoke smacked him in the face. He waited for it to finally clear as he assessed the situation.
"Do you even know what you're doing?" Lauren asked, as she sat on the side of the road.
"Yeah, uh, you've got you're things and... the engine..." He trailed off. Lauren just stared at him.
"I'm going to call for a mechanic." She said, walking off to find some reception while Peter continued tinkering away at the innards of his car, having literally no idea about how it ran. A few minutes later, Lauren returned, much to his relief, with news.
"Well there's good news and bad news." She said.
"Yeah?"
"Well, the nearest town is a couple hours away, so a tow truck is coming from there, but by the time we get back the mechanics will be closed, we'll have to have it fixed tomorrow."
"Shit." He said, slumping against the side of the car until he slid into the dirt. With nothing else to do they waited there, on the side of the road for two hours until in the horizon the familiar outline of a tow truck became visible.
They waved down the driver who much like the rest of the people they had met was completely oblivious to the blatant changes that had progressed on Peter and Lauren's bodies. Other than that he was a slightly overweight man in is late forties. He had a brown thinning hairline and a scratchy looking moustache. Despite his appearance he could more than sympathize with their situation and was happy to lend them a ride back to town, talking their ears off the whole way there. He was even nice enough to drop them at a hotel to stay the night, while they waited for their car to be fixed.
"Thank you very much!" Lauren said as the man dropped them off. "You wouldn't mind telling us where the mechanics is? We'll need to pick up the car tomorrow."
"Oh, that's no problem either. We'll just drop it off here for you." The man said.
"Wow, thanks!" Peter chimed in.
"No trouble at all, you enjoy your night." He said, driving off back presumably to his home.
"He seemed... nice." Peter said, as they walked inside.
"Well, this is a small town; he probably doesn't get the chance to meet many people." Lauren said.
"Fair enough." Peter sighed. They went to the front counter and once again booked themselves a room for a night. Again, tired from their ordeal they headed to their room and straight for bed, though not before getting something to eat. Finally, long after the sun had set they lie down on the bed, full and exhausted.
"At least we don't have to worry about any changes tonight though?" Lauren said as she fell in and out of consciousness.
"Yeah, that's a plus." Peter replied as they both soon fell asleep. Though not long after they fell into slumber the changes began to warp their bodies for the second time that day.
Peter's arms twisted and cracked in the night, growing small traces of fur all over them. They began to lengthen slightly, coming more in line with his legs. They now naturally rested at a 90 degree angle, perpendicular to his chest, though in his sleeping state they hung limp.
Lauren's changes were much more abrasive. The small strands of hair that covered her body soon began to multiply. Dark brown fur spread like wildfire across her entire being, sprouting in every place imaginable. She rustled in her bed, subconsciously resisting the change, though it did her little good. Within a minute she was completely covered, from head to toe.