Czernov, having been sitting listening to Susan, closed his eyes, and felt a rush of warm all over him, and comfort, as it felt like he was warmer, bigger, perhaps, sitting down, comforted.

Wow, that music is really g... His voice, no longer his voice, trails off. There's no music. Nothing. And. And that wasn't his voice. It was...

Opening his eyes, Czernov blinks, his eyes too hazy. He could see Turtle. And... his body was all wrong, he was too itchy. He felt heavier, bigger, and could feel hair all over him. He... He...

I'm George.