This was not good, he knew. He need to be extra careful, and make sure not to touch anything. He had heard
rumors that some people never actually changed after being chosen, because they went for long enough without
touching anything with their bare hands. Just as he was thinking about how cautious he should be, he sat down in
the taxi, his hand brushing a Playboy magazine that had been laying there. Another arc of lightning, this one a
deep blue, crossed from the paper to his hand. Well, he was doomed. Time to he accepted what was to come.
When he got to work, he went straight to the boss's office and quit. Then he rushed to his bank and withdrew all
his money. He went the whole day preparing himself for what was to come. That night, he laid down in bed and
closed his eyes.