HALCYON Hal didn't quite understand what happened on nights like these. He felt his hair ride up his spine and then, nothing. It'd been happening since he was about thirteen. Now, at twenty-six, he was waking up in someone else's home. He sprawled out, looking at his paws. Wait, paws? He jumped up, his claws scratching against the linoleum floor. Was it linoleum? He started licking the floor. Nope, not linoleum. Wait, what's wrong with me? His tail wagged nervously back and forth as he sniffed around the foreign home. It smelled oddly familiar though...