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[cagedlamb]

The wrongness of her situation was immediately apparent.

She had woken up to Oliver whining that morning. The dog usually slept on her bed and never really made a fuss, so she reached out to him, half asleep, and found his head to be much bigger than she remembered. In her sleep filled haze, it confused her - and then she opened her eyes.

His head wasn't bigger, her hand was smaller.

It took her a moment to realize that no, what was happening wasn't a dream. Oliver seemed confused himself, and she had to practically pull herself out from under the big mutt, whose weight usually wasn't too big an issue. It wasn't really until she saw herself in the mirror that it began to truly sink in.

She had been looking forward to the day for a good week. She was going to see if she could have a good time with friends instead of spending another day alone. Instead, it appeared something had aged her down, and she felt panic rising up in her.

Leaving the bathroom, she did the only thing she could think to do - she went right to Booker's room and started knocking on the door. "Booker! Wake up!"

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[wipeawaythedebt]

There were good things about having Elizabeth close by and there were bad things. Having her knock on his door when all he wants to do is sleep off this hangover. His head is pounding, like there's one of those Patriot things clanking and shooting in his skull, and it's not even close to being in synch with what's happening outside his bedroom.

"N'now, 'Lizbeth. Tryin' t' sleep in here."