You walk back up to your room and look around. There's the TV, your desktop PC, a table with paper and some pencils...You don't exactly have much in your room. You grab the remote and try to turn the TV on with it,but your claw gets stuck in the button. You pull it out and the button comes off with it. You grown and try using the computer, but you realize something...If you broke the remote just by pushing the buttons...Better not try the keyboard then...You pick up the pencil to try doodling, but it keeps slipping off your claws...

That's it, you try doing something downstairs this time. Video games? Nope...Fridge? You've already eaten this morning...You could try asking mom to turn on the TV for you? Oh well...When she turns it on, you plop down on the floor in front of it as you watch some nature documentary about fungi or something. After a few minutes in, you yawn and ask mom to change the channel. Old cartoons? Seen it...A movie? You saw that a week ago...Another documentary? Wait a minute, this is a history documentary about ancient creatures...Might as well take a look at it.

It's mostly about herbivores before our time, but it eventually goes to velociraptors, which is what you turned into! You listen intently to find out more about what kind of creatures you've turned into. "Velociraptors are carnivorous dinosaurs that, unlike other carnivorous dinosaurs, hunt in packs. They have a long claw on each foot, which they use to tear their prey apart after a kill..." Ugh, this is all just about their behavior! You wanted to know more about the things they CAN do! Like how fast they can run or something...You finally get up and tell your mom you don't wanna watch TV anymore. As she turns it off, she suggests calling some friends from school and tells you how popular you are, being the only dinosaur in your school. You're a bit confused about that last part. Does that mean reality changed so you were really born as a dinosaur and lived your life like this ever since? You just go along with it and look for your list of friends' phone numbers in your room. When you find it, you see a picture album just barely peeking out under the covers of your bed...