You lay on the floor, eyes closed after being attacked by some werewolf which was secretly Chris Hackett. There’s a big scratch down your face, and you wince as your eyes open again slowly.

Travis opens the door slowly, walking to you and lifting you gently to put you on the bed. His eyes on you, his badge clinking on your chest after he let you fiddle with it. He didn’t remember letting this happen.

Travis is confused.