Jon ended up at the bottom of the stairs. But ... something was very wrong. While everything seemed familiar ... it also didn't. It was the same set of stairs, the same room ... but ... Jon was different. His field of vision was nearly level with the floor. But why? He was standing up, wasn't he?
He looked to the left, and then to the right. Then walked forward, and stopped with a sudden yelp. He looked down in surprise. At the end of smooth pale white skinned arms were....two golden-colored furry paws. The human piece and the paw seemed to flow together...as if they had always been that way.
He took a few more experimental steps, confirming that he had four legs, instead of the two he was used to. It seemed so effortless, as if he'd been walking like that all his life.
He headed toward the living room, hearing the sounds of the TV.
