Damon looked at what the witch was going to do to Chris. He was more curious than frightened, really. After all, what the witch had said was true. Chris had acted like an outright jerk and Damon was not going to feel sorry for him. Sure, Damon was now a frog but being the witch's pet seemed a lot better than what was going to happen to Chris or John, considering that witch's great powers. He was green, slimy, small, only able to communicate through croaks and bent upon hopping everywhere and snatching flies and insects with his tongue but he was safer than his two former accomplices. Yes, things could be worse and speaking of which, he tried to hop in the jar to get a view of Chris' predicament. He was getting evermore curious. What was the witch going to do to him? What was he going to end up as? A kid, like John? An animal? A cute or foul one? Or even worse, an object or monster, or something he could not even fathom? The witch had said that Chris was going to get it worse than John and him? So what could he become that was worse? The possibilities were endless. With effort, Damon hopped to get the angle at the top of the jar that gave a view of the outside of the bag, hopping to the top of branches and leaves that made up the environment of his temporary lodgings. There were flashes of light, exuding pure magical powers and it engulfed Chris. The transformation was about to begin. The witch was smiling. As for John, he was motionless. Was he sleeping? Damon couldn’t really see from his vantage point but his former associate could be under a spell still. And then the transformation started to occur in earnest.