"Jesus," he intones, voice squeezed by circumstance to a dry husk of why the fuck is this happening to me.

Ravi ate an apple and turned into a ferret. That's what he's being expected ti believe. "Okay, fine," he says, deciding this is actually a dream and actually not his fucking problem. "Let's go see Mark." Getting up, he scoops the ferret up in one hand and the apple in the other.

"Only you would wind up in this mess."