[ Marco himself never tangled with the monsters at night. Why should he? It's freaking suicide, any idiot can see that. While he wondered what it would be like to be one in morph, the fact that they vanish into thin air at dawn made him uncertain. Do they have DNA? Is it possible to even acquire one? Or are they too driven into madness to be even controlled? Marco's worst morph experience was the ant morph, hands down, but he never encountered a morph that was impossible to control. ]

I guess that's handy.

[ The air was cool, and it seemed weird to Marco that he should be cracking jokes and be enthusiastic. But with his brain working in several dozen different directions, it's hard to keep it straight. So straight-laced Marco he is. ]


So what now?