Tinker and Warren found an abandoned beach house. The door was standing open and sand had blown in , but the windows were intact and there were hurricane shutters so they could shift in privacy, or so Warren told her. Tinker crept closer, sniffing, trying to see if what signature that place had.<br/><br/>Not even the smell of left over food or people clung to the place. There was furniture, like had been at Marlene’s but nothing more. Tinker crept inside and Warren shut the door firmly.<br/><br/>He shifted and his human fur came right along. He indicated that it was her turn. Tinker closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to remember all the things that Marlene had told her. There was popping and cracking and a blinding pain, then this really wet noise and she was on the floor shivering, but in human form.<br/><br/>Grinning weakly at Warren she said,<br/>“How do I get my fur?, I mean, my clothes?”