Jesse and the girl reach the edge of the warehouse. A gangplank leads up onto the boat. “We have to get on and get away from here,” Jesse says. “But will that stop the changes?” The girl asks? “I don’t now but WEE HAW HEE.” Jesse grabs his chest and takes a breath. “Please, you have to hold on a little longer,” the girl pleads. Jesse shakes it off and stands. “I’m okay, come on.”
He grabs the girl by the hand, but lets go when he feels how stiff and hard they are. He looks down and she screams as she looks at her hands. Her fingers are fusing together and are mangled and hard. The skin has turned black and they are slowly curling into ugly fists.
“I can’t open them.” Jesse grabs her hands and tries to force the knuckles open, but she screams in pain. “Stop, it hurts, it hurts.” “Would you rather have hooves?” Jesse yells as he struggles with her hands.
Her fists get tighter and tighter and Jesse lets go as the morph into hooves. “No, my hands, please stop this,” she paws at Jesse. “I’ll try, come on.” Jesse and the girl run to the boat. No one is around.
They walk up the gangplank up onto the boat. Brays echo from all around them. They pass a stairwell leading down. “We’ll hide in the hold, they won’t look for us there.” The girl pulls away. “No, I don’t want to be with the donkeys, I knew some of them, I watched them change, I can’t.” Jesse becomes a little angry, “I knew one too, and now HEE HAW HEE gone.”
The girl begins to cry. “I don’t to be a donkey, I just wanted to have fun, I HEE HAW HEE.” She puts her hooves to her mouth with a horrified look.