You are used to living in a world where the macro furry and micro furry levels helped each other and organized a safe environment for living together well. After a year spent in a coma, you wake up and don't know what to expect now. Most likely, nothing has changed, except that you used to be micro furry, and now you are macro f. You woke up in the ward, the sun was in your eyes and the wind was ruffling your fur. There are documents, money and some personal belongings in a drawer near the bed.