I froze. That was the worst possible thing to do, really. Demorph! I screamed at myself. I felt my hackles raise and tried to slink further into the pipe.

I felt my back scrape against the top of the pipe, and I let out a long, groany sound. There was nothing I could do. I was too close to the two hour limit. I had to demorph.

<Turn around!> I said.

Thought-speak was kind of an odd thing for people that didn't know what it was. I remembered the first time I'd heard it. It was in my ears, but it wasn't. And it was only one way. I could talk to this man like this, but he couldn't answer with anything but his mouth. And I hoped he didn't pass out, but I needed him to stop watching me. This was going to be weird enough as it was, but maybe if he wasn't watching, I could morph something else really quickly, and he would never see my face.