"Which part?" Latan asks. "Because a lot just happened."

"A-all of it..." I say sitting down head in hands.

"Well, I think it can just be summarized in saying that the concussion decided to do a wonky thing."

Sibnele quietly laughs to himself.

"I think he just went forward in his own timeline, if that makes sense."

"N-no... It doesnt m-make sense..." I say looking up at Latan then over at Sibnele.

"Well, let's just say he knocked himself to a different part of his past," Latan says. "Wait, that sounds more complicated," he mutters to himself.

Sibnele has his head in his hands, and the grass around him is dying.

I look over at Sibnele, as I look at Latan who seems like he is rambling "I need air..." I say before shifting into a large blackish grey panther but instead of a smokey violet color they were black no iris or white in the eye as I turned a ran.

"Just be back at a logical time, please!" Latan shouts after you.

Raglan silently pads up behind Sibnele, who is muttering something to himself.

I stop in a clearing before shifting back dizzy and and I get a hold of my head to stop the spinning.

It's chilly out here, but the crisp air cleans out your head.

I sigh and lay down to look up at the sky.