Micheal thought over what she had said, but it only caused him to want more information. Forcing himself to turn around, Micheal moved to the table that Rea was at. Looking at her face as she read all the books simultaneously "What color were my eyes, when I turned, and what about the fur?" he asked enthusiastically. "If I am to live with this thing I think it is far by the time I should know these things about it..." he murmured calmly "Wait, no, we should research your problem, if you are having nightmares that comes first." Micheal said protectively and apologetically.