Soft golden light coalesced on a sofa, then formed flesh and clothes. It happened in a split instant. Percival's eyelids lifted, the gleam of his irises a bright azure glow.
He went to the room. There, Lucy had just put on her clothes and was about to leave the room. Both of them stood on different sides of the door.
Percival could feel her presence behind the polished wooden door. So could she. She? He meant, whatever that thing was.
"What are you?" Percival asked.
"What am I? What kind of question is that, Percival? Are you alright?" Lucy responded lightly. She reached for the doorknob.
"I know what you are," said a chill voice, right out of Percival's lips, directed at Lucy, who opened the door. Their eyes met.
"This is getting creepy." She took a few steps back, watching him cautiously. She? This was an it. An it!
Percival lunged at it. His feet hammering the floorboards heavily, then a fist went straight for her face.
