Ty reappeared on his old street a few doors down from the house that he'd been tormented in for so long. There wasn't much activity on the street, so he turned himself into a non-descript middle-aged man and walked to his old place.
It was pretty clear that not much had happened there in several months. There was a large hole, since poorly boarded up, that clearly had been how Dustin had gotten out. The lawn and flowerbeds were overgrown and dead. There was some remnants of crime scene tape nearby, but other than that the place looked abandoned.
A woman came up the street walking a dog and he waved and smiled, "Hi there! Can you tell me what happened here?
The woman stopped and looked at the wrecked house, "God only knows," she said. "The family that was here just vanished one morning. Parents, a teenage boy and a foster kid. The bizarre thing is that someone stuck an elephant inside the house. No one knows how they did it, either."
"Wow, I thought I'd heard rumors like that, I just thought I'd check it out. What happened to the elephant?"
The woman shrugged. "I think a zoo picked it up. Not sure if they kept it or shipped it somewhere."
They chatted for a bit longer before the woman excused herself and kept walking her dog. Ty waited until he was alone, then willed himself into the house. The place was a wreck. Broken furniture was strewn everywhere, and some valuable items were missing. He sat down on the remains of a crushed couch and looked around.
Idly, he wondered where June, Mark and Dustin really were.
Almost unbidden, he got the answers all at once. Dustin was indeed at a zoo. The zoo in town hadn't been equipt to handle an additional elephant for long, and once it was decided that no one could find an owner, he'd been sold to a zoo somewhere in Mexico.
June, who he'd turned into a cat, had managed to get herself adopted by a lady who already had four other cats a few miles away. Confused and scared, she'd stayed there in order to make sure she was fed and cared for. Now, three months later, she was already expecting a litter of kittens.
Mark, who he'd left as a mouse, hadn't fared as well. He had tried to follow June when she'd run away in a panic, but had lost her pretty quickly. He wasn't a mouse more than two days before he was picked up by a red tailed hawk and eaten.
Ty shuddered at that. He'd killed Mark, in a way. The guy had been a complete bastard, but did he deserve to end up as bird shit?
Then, of course, there was Wendy. She was a pig on a deserted island now, thanks to him. She had only been there a couple hours now, but she had to be going nuts thinking that he'd never return. Her fate right now was either going to be to die alone or get eaten by the first person that found her.
Ty contemplated what he'd done up to this point. Did he really want to leave these people like they were? And even if he wanted to fix things, could he actually bring Mark back?