Jeff's stomach began sprouting fur. He screamed in agony. It was a scream that melted into the bray of a common donkey. David and Ben ran blindly to the end of the hall and around the corner. A door! David barreled through and charged into the streets of Soho.
"Oh God! Jeff's a donkey! He's a fucking donkey!"
"We've gotta get out of here!"
"We're next! We're gonna be donkeys!"
"SHUT UP AND RUN, DAVID!"
They ran, but the sound of their friend's brays stayed with them.
***
Hours later, they were still trying to think through what had happened.
"Who was that guy? How did he do that?"
"I don't know."
"...What do you think happened to Jeff?"
"I don't want to think about it."
"What's gonna happen to me?! I've got a tail!"
"Just be glad that's all you got. If we stayed there any longer you would be giving rides to kids at birthday parties. We've gotta call the cops or something."
Ben had tried to remain calm through their conversation. He didn't want to panic David before he had to. He didn't want to tell him that his ears had grown. He didn't want to tell him that he too had felt a tail sprout from his back.