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But eventually, the monster stopped experimenting.

Instead, it fell still and silent. For long period of time, months or perhaps even years, it did not move. It merely sat there among the wreckage of the facility, alone.

Hector could only guess what it was doing. Contemplating its next move? Or...?

Meditating?

That thought sent a shiver down his spine for some reason. Just how intelligent was this thing? He had to wonder. In some ways, it seemed naive or even childish, but in others...

Hector almost didn't want to know.

When it finally began to stir again, it was not the same. The beast was shapeshifting again--only this time, it was transforming into people. It struggled because of its bulk, its overabundance of limbs, but it was working on that problem. It would compress its body down to shocking levels, smaller and smaller with each new attempt. Other times, it would actually transform into two people and try to conceal the linked flesh between them with camouflage.

It could camouflage itself? That was another new thing.

But where was its ability to control the weather? Hector still hadn't seen any sign of that yet. And he was growing a bit impatient, too. All these details about the monster were certainly important enough that he didn't think he should ask Pauline to skip to the end of the vision--assuming she even could--but he sure wanted to give it a shot, anyway. It was impulsive of him, he knew, but he wanted to ignore everything that didn't have to do with where Roman and the others might be.

Were they even going to be at the end of this vision? He was afraid of the answer.

Or. Wait a minute. His perception of time was all wrong again, wasn't it? This vision wasn't really taking long. It just felt like it was. It was all there, already in his head.

Agh.