You are not having this. No, this is the last straw. Being changed into a woman was hard enough. Being made into a little girl was even harder. Having to leave behind all of your old life... but changing into an animal? That was too much. Tears streak from your eyes at the altogether natural reaction to a situation like this. Your new self doesn't feel nearly so bad about the tears - they're part of being human! But whatever is left of David wipes them onto a sleeve, then turns for the door, bolting out into the castle. "Marisa!" You squeal, little Tommy at your heels. You pass into her bedroom, catching the stairs at a sprint. But Marisa's bedroom is empty. With a few more tears, your face jumps from door to door until you settle on the one back into the hall. Out into the hall you go, only losing momentum as you pass Marisa's portrait.
Sure enough, there she is, though you're positive that apple didn't have a bite out of it last time you saw it. There's something wicked in that expression, something that says, "I could help you, but I'm hiding so you can figure things out on your own." You take the rest of the hallway at a walk, having to focus to stop yourself from falling onto four paws. "We should talk to our neighbors!" Tommy offers helpfully as you end up back in the great hall. You don't answer at first, far too busy examining a shiny silver fork that has caught your attention. You look once around at the vast expanse of the castle, once to the great big main doors, then back to Tommy. There's obviously only one solution here. You...