"Aha!"
Greg turned. At the open door stood a man. He was dressed very peculiarly, in a long purple coat and his head wrapped in a turban. In his hand he held a strange gold implement that seemed to be flashing.
Greg realized how odd this must appear to him. Not only to bears not sit in fifth floor apartments, they don't sit on couches watching cartoons.
He searched wildly for explanations before realizing that no matter what he came up with, he wouldn't be allowed to say them because bears weren't supposed to talk.
The man, however, continued.
"I knew it!" He grinned, walking up to Greg and waving the gold device at him, "Victim of some kind of metamorphosis hex, am I right?"
"Er.." Greg began, then deciding that this guy seemed to know more than he did about the situation opted to tell the truth, "Yeah, I guess".
"I knew it! When my spyglass went off last night I knew it'd be something like this! Name's Lance, by the way"
He offered his hand. Greg shook it tentatively.
"You're...some kind of...wizard?" Greg ventured.
"That's right," he smiled, "Now, what say you we try to get this curse of you?"