I heard the locker door roll down from the ceiling. Next, the distinct sound of a padlock closing and someone giving the knob a good spin. Faintly, footsteps receded.
Silence followed. Time passed. I had told Dana being inanimate led to a certain serenity. And it was true, my heart could not race, blood could not pound in my veins, adrenaline could not rage through my system, there was absolutely no sense of urgency in my mind about my predicament. I would not say I was calm. But I also was not worked up or anything even close to panicked. I could only look at the situation logically. The transformation would end eventually.
For what I presume was about five or six weeks, the only stimulus I felt was the occasion sound of a nearby locker opening and closing. Maybe a few voices calling out loudly to one another incoherently. But otherwise, it was pitch black, silent, empty, and timeless. Then it happened. The time expired on my transformation. I was now nearly naked in the back of a loc