You scream for all you're worth. It comes out as something between a girly shriek and a feline yowl, but it's enough to get the attention of Aaron, who swoops down and snatches you from the naga's coils. Her talons dig into your side painfully, but it's better than whatever fate Jessica had planned for you. She flies close to the ground and lets go, leaving you rolling across the witch's lawn, then wings around to face Jessica. You come to rest in an awkward heap, and by the time you've disentangled yourself from yourself, Aaron has succeeded in knocking the naga out. You grab a large rock and rush over to the two of them, intent on helping your friend if the naga should suddenly regain consciousness.
As the two of you watch vigilantly over the unconscious snake-man, Mike emerges from the wall of the witch's house with an armful of bottles. "What happened!?" she yelps, rushing over to get a good look at the creature on the ground. You quickly fill her in on the events of the past few minutes, and she gasps. "Oh, I'm so glad you're all right!" she says. "But I don't remember ever hearing about anybody like this before. I'm going to have to talk to my trees; I asked them to tell me about anybody they come in contact with."
She sets down her armful of potions, and you look them over. Unfortunately, they're all unlabeled. You manage to recall the color and consistency of the one which made you the cat-person you are, but beyond that you have absolutely no idea which potion might do what. Mike can't remember which one made her a dryad, since it was so long ago, and Aaron claims to have been turned into a harpy directly by one of the witch's spells, so that leaves you with only one known potion, and upwards of a dozen other unknown potions. You're debating whether or not to try them when Jessica stirs.
All three of you turn to face him and get ready for any fighting that might be necessary, but he doesn't attack. Instead, he starts crying. You watch warily, for a moment, thinking that he might be faking it, but he doesn't show any signs of hostility. You tentatively hunch down and put your hand on his shoulder, which sends him into a fresh fit of sobbing. "I'm sorry!" he wails. "I'm so sorry! The witch...she tricked me into drinking one of her potions, and it...it made me this, and it's...it's taking away my control. More and more...I'm being forced to act on my instincts. I do all kinds of awful things, and I can't stop myself! I'm so sorry!"
You sigh. The terror of his attack is still fresh in your mind, but...well, it isn't really his fault, is it? "It's...it's all right," you stammer. "We're trying to figure out how to fix all this. We'll find some way to help you out of this."
He sniffs and looks at you, incredulous. You do your best to force a smile, although you'd honestly rather turn tail and run. But that wouldn't solve anything, would it? You think about the situation: if he was forced into his behavior by one of the witch's potions, maybe turning him into something else would let him get back control of himself? "Listen," you say. "We've got a lot of potions here that might help us, but we don't know what exactly they do. I...I hate to ask this, but could we test them on you? If nothing else works, we have one we know will make you a cat-person like me."
He sighs. "Yeah. Sure, I guess it's the least I can do to make up for what happened. And I'd give anything to not lose control of myself again."