"... m'not a wuss..." Mary hears a mumbling, and her head snaps in his direction.
"Oh, you've decided to wake up," she says, forcing a smirk on her face. "Whaddaya think of the new you?"
"Scares the shit outta me... I'm sure you don't mind."
"I'm used to it by now. You'll get used to it too."
"Is it permanent?"
"Yeah, but there's a vial to change you back to normal."
"And Emma has the box."
Mary nods her head, "And Emma has the box." She drums her pawlike fingers along his chest. "I suppose we'll have to do something to pass the time..."
"Need I remind you that we broke up in college..." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand from his chest.
"Because you never had time for me!" She hops to her feet. "I loved you, still do, but you never spared a second! Well... now we've got all the time in the world..."
Jeremiah slowly gets to his feet and bobs up and down a bit, testing them a bit. "It really hurt when you dumped me."
"Oh, come on! That's the past! I'm a rabbit, you're a rabbit, I'm horny as hell, and I wanna fuck! And you're bitching about college?! How petty can you get?!" She leaps up to the bed and taps her toe. "Now are you gonna get up here so we can screw or are you gonna keep whining?"
***
Emma pulls away from the electron microscope, nervously looking over the vials in the case.
"They seem safe..." she mutters, rifling through a few bottles. Should she test them on herself? A smart scientist never uses herself as a test subject. On the other hand, she knows from observing Mary and Jeremiah that the vials are, at least early on, safe. But she doesn't know enough... not enough...
But there is still that nagging voice in the back of her mind that keeps saying "Why not? It might be fun. Break loose and try it..."
What will she do?