Logan Echolls

Logan woke in the middle of the night shivering. This was because he was naked and lying on top of the covers. It took his sleepy brain a second to connect "naked" with "not furry".

"Oh, thank god," he said aloud. He stretched out his full length, enjoying the feel of having real, human limbs again. And, ooh, opposable thumbs!

He crawled under the blankets and wrapped his (human, did I mention human?) self around Veronica and fell back asleep.

After waking up from the nightmare in detention, Logan's heart was pounding and his stomach churning. He managed to make it to a toilet before he vomited.

He clung to the porcelin with sweaty, shaking hands as he puked up everything in his stomach and kept on going. At least it wasn't blood, he thought, as a wave of relief and retching hit him at the same moment.

[Conversation is NFB.]

Logan closed the door behind them and leaned against it, looking at Veronica. "That was, to put it mildly, odd."