The bright glow of the pale moonlight splays out onto separate beams on the concrete. Your knees grind painfully against the surface as you try to catch your breath, the sight unfolding in front of you making you want to drop everything and dry heave. Questions dizzy you left and right as the process of this man — your best friend — transforming into some sort of beast continues. Desperation festers inside of you like an infection as you whisper a series of hopeless prayers to yourself. He has to recognize you, right?