You don't know what to do. One of the cops sets his cell phone down on the seat next to you, while he goes to the vending machine to get you something to drink. You grab the phone with your clawed hands. You key in a number, but decide to text instead of calling. He won't recognize your voice now, but he might believe you. He's your last hope.
Jethro asked at the desk about the message he received. He asked for you by name, but they said the only person they had brought in at the time was a strange little girl dressed up like a fox. The sergeant opens a brown envelope and empties out the contents. Jethro picks up the medallion. He's stangely drawn to it, like you were.
His jeans feel uncomfortable it's like someone shoved something furry in your briefs. He adjusts yourself, and white tipped tail with black hair matching the hair on his head pops out. He's changing, his nose twitches, he can smell you, he must see you, the scent commands him...