Tom felt his head ache badly as he slumped to the wall, silently wincing from the pain. Edd and Matt were out for groceries, and he volunteered to stay. Now, no one would help. Wait, he forgot about you! Tom weakly called out, trying to get up without his sight getting purple and blurred.

He looks up to the rooms and stumbles down. Almost as if he's drunk, Well, he IS an alcoholic, but he's not experiencing that, he tried knocking, but he then noticed the change of his hands to furred claws. He is now turning back to a mutant.

But he never remembered anything about stressing?

Tom struggled to open your door, his claws slipping away from the knob while he grew a tail. His tail swished rapidly as he groaned out of pain, again. This time, a bit more of a growl with it. You weren't in your room, too.

He cussed to himself as he saw the door open, his pitch black eyes now glowing a purple to pink light.