Eaton woke to the motel room aglow with the blue light of early morning. The light reflected in the silver residue on his silver-lined beige skin; anywhere his skin had touched was brushed with the silver powder. Miki slept soundly on the other side of the bed. Eaton was glad to see Miki's short and scraggly grey fur was clear of any silver. Across the room, the twins slept on undisturbed. Eaton hid the silvered patches of bedding as best he could and quietly went to shower.


