Is Faraday really this stupid? That's what Vasquez genuinely wonders, but as he tugs on the blanket, he knows he can't fake this for much longer, wishing he still had the power so he can switch back into his furry self and show exactly where he's been, this last week.

"There was no wolf," he sleepily murmurs, facing half towards the bed instead of Faraday. "It was me, I was the wolf. You didn't recognize me, guerito?" He lets out a huff. "I should be so insulted, how could you not know such a beautiful animal was me?"