He opened his eyes to a darkened room. Someone must have closed the curtains because... he didn't have curtains up yet.

Sebastian sat up quickly. There was a little light sneaking its way into the room below the thick, generic colored fabric that had been drawn across the windows. There was enough light to see that he was in a room he'd never seen before. At least he wasn't restrained. His arms and legs could move freely. And they were covered in dark hair.

What?

Sebastian quickly stood, his aim to hurry over to the mirror over the dresser, hanging across the room. A pair of pants, dropped unceremoniously on the floor entangled his feet. He swung his tail around to regain his balance, but nothing happened. He tumbled downward, and the side of his head met the corner of the dresser before the rest of his body acquainted itself with the floor.

Seeing stars didn't adequately describe the blinding flash of light and pain that corner produced in his temple. He groaned and reached up to feel it. His hand came away bloody.

“Merda,” he swore. His voice was gravelly and unfamiliar sounding. It almost sounded like he was coming down with a cold, which was strange considering he was never ill. Something was wrong.

He pulled himself up, with the help of the corner of the dresser since his head was still spinning slightly and looked in the mirror.

Someone looked back out at him. Someone with dark tanned skin, long black hair, a Hispanic nose, and eyes so dark someone could fall into them and drown. He didn't have a horn. He didn't have a tail. Blood trailed down the side of his face and the wound wasn't healing itself.

“Merda.”

He was not himself. That much was easy to determine. Who he had become was more difficult to find out. A quick search around the room revealed a wallet with a couple hundred dollars in it, a passport, and a Portuguese citizen's card. According to the documents his name was now Ricardo.

Half formed hypotheses bubbled up from the bottom of the churning kettle of Sebastian's mind. He supposed that reincarnation was possible, but he didn't remember dying and he wasn't an infant so it didn't seem like the most likely scenario. That he could have been transformed into a human version of himself was another possible explanation, but like the first, this theory didn't hold water. If that had happened, he should have woken up in his own apartment and he would probably have looked more Greek, since that was what he had been originally.

The most likely scenario he could come up with was that his mind had somehow ended up in someone else's, this Ricardo's, body. That might also mean that someone else was in his body. Perhaps a body snatching mutant had hopped from Ricardo to Sebastian because he had grown tired of this shell and preferred a more handsome one with a less naked forehead and the improved balance that a tail offered. Immortality could also be a motive, but that particular advantage was not one that Sebastian would particularly miss. Death was an adventure that had eluded him for so long that living one last life time that he knew would come to an end someday did not seem to be such a downfall.

Sebastian turned his head and examined his face again. All in all, this body wasn't too bad looking. He was tall, for one, perhaps even taller than average. His eyes and hair were both black, or such dark brown that they could be called black. He was lean, but not incredibly muscular. And tall. He kind of liked being tall.

Perhaps being stuck in this body wasn't so terrible. He'd have to be a bit more careful about injuries, but all in all it wasn't too bad.

Sebastian made his way to the bathroom and found some basic first aid supplies under the sink and used them to bandage up the wound on his head. It wasn't a very serious injury, but being a head wound, it had naturally produced an impressive amount of blood. Then he searched through the drawers of the dresser until he found something to wear: khaki's and a blue polo shirt seemed like they would be comfortable enough to wear while he was walking around and trying to figure out where on earth he was.

Cleaned up and dressed, he reached for the door handle, but looked back once more before leaving the room. It was messier than he liked his room to be, and if this was going to be his room from now on...

Fifteen minutes later, when the former unicorn shifter walked out the door he was whistling a little made up tune. The room he left behind was clean.

Koga lay there in a different bed in a different part of the city hugging a diffrent pillow and snuggling it, mumbling. " no Katrina you are." a moment of silence. " no you." another pause. " no you are." He rolled and fell off the bed. landing with a thump he landed on the pillow and sprung up. as his eye bat open he noticed something immediately he woke up warm...and not the I need to roll over so I don't over cook warm, he was warm like he had too much cloth on warm. He stood to his feet yawning and then looked at his double gloved hands, he scratched his head and let him self doze for a moment. Katrina was very pretty amd he had just had the best dream ever....it consisted mostly of telling the other how they were the sweeter one. and placed his hand on his bed and tossed his pillow on the bed.

Had he fell asleep in someone else's room, it was clean, but none of his stuff was in here and man was it noisy, what was going on out side the mansion. He walked over and opened the blinds to look out across a part of generic part of new york. " what is going on?" his eyes widended it wasn't the voice that shocked him it was the feel of the toung in his mouth. "is!" "issssss" he could still make the hiss, but he didn't have too.... "Is" " sally sells sea shells by the seashore.if sally sales sea shells by the seashore...." He raised his hands to the ceiling and shooted at the top of his lungs. "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

He didn't let it bother him actively but secretly the hiss on his voice drove him bonkers to be free of it was awesome....and he felt like he didn't need to bask ever. what was going on! had he mutated a second time. He looked out the window down at a couple of people staring up at his insanity...and Koga waved. it was about tha time he caught the reflection of who was waving down to the people....his mutation made him a white man. What the heck?

He looked around the apartment for a mirror and finally came to the bathroom and saw him self. "weird... "

He then smiled and said "sour. Steve. stupid. stupid is how you are behaving....s" he began a full search of the apartment. and then made another loop. what was he looking for, he found a black journal.. and instinctively grabbed it to carry around with him.

Sebastian found himself in a long wood paneled hallway. A sleepy looking teenager with bed ruffled green strolled sullenly past him without giving him a second look. Clearly breakfast was more important than a stranger wandering the hallways of wherever-this-was. The former unicorn shifter walked the opposite direction, toward the window at the end of the hall where the morning sunlight shone brightly through filmy white curtains.

Outside was a large well manicured stretch of grass. He could just barely see the corner of what seemed to be a basketball court. Beyond that was a stretch of oaks or other tall trees and a tall brick wall. It was fairly early in the day, but there were already some youngsters outside playing tag or some other running game. One of them had feathers.

Proverbially, he was scratching his head trying to figure out where he was. Literally, he walked the opposite way down the hall until he came to a large staircase. The staircase brought back memories of grand balls in French palaces, of fancy dresses swishing around dance floors, and finally of carrying a child up the stairs after a ball. He had been here once before, he was fairly certain, though the last time it had been rather dark and he had only stayed briefly. This was the mutant school he had visited very briefly on St. Valentine's Day after the mutant and human relations ball. He had helped Ghost carry two sleeping students home to their beds (and up that big staircase) before he had retired for the evening. The place looked a little different now in the sunlight, but it was most definitely the same place.

Odd, that he should wake up in a body not his own, yet somehow find himself in a somewhat familiar place as opposed to somewhere completely random. Perhaps his friend Ghost was home and she could help him figure out what happened to his normal body. It seemed like a quest that would be more friendly with company. He didn't know which room was hers, though, and it might seem odd that someone who supposedly lived there didn't have that information already. Maybe there was a directory somewhere.

Sebastian wandered down the stairs toward the offices to see what he could find out.