The wind curled behind Hal's hood, he wasn't sure how to take the information, or if he could. He looked down at the ground and at his hands. They started shifting in front of his eyes. Hair sprouted down his knuckles as they stretched into claws. He shook his hands, trying to rid the curse of Ash's words. "No, no. That doesn't make sense." He was panicking, sweat rolling down his face, steam billowing from there. "What happened yesterday?" Even his eyes were struggling to remain human.