After finding a mostly covered area in the underbrush where the squirrel's mind would accept him being still, he checked the role. <Okay guys, you are all in new morphs. I've heard from Chad and Olivia, but not you Jo. Are you in control now? Can you hear me... this is Sean. Olivia, Chad? I'm assuming you both are over the instincts now... can either of you see Jo?> He hoped that Jo was still in the area. Surely a goose didn't have too terribly strong instincts....
Brian waited for a while. It was now after nine-thirty, and he probably wouldn't have to worry about anyone checking in on him. He'd considered waiting to go to the zoo with his friends sometime soon, but there was no way he'd be able to sleep knowing that they would still be there, even right now. Brian decided to go. What wasn't such an easy decision was forcing himself into fly morph to sneak out. I so need better morphs... he thought. With his eyes held tight, he focused as he felt his skin harden, heard his innards adjust to an open circulatory system, and swayed as he dwindled in height on the skinny sticks-for-legs of the House Fly. Fortunately, this time, his eyes bugged out as one of the final steps, only forcing him to watch as his mouth fused together and protruded into a proboscis.
Brian flew. The speed! It was amazing! He was the king of aerial stunts, and it took no effort whatsoever. He buzzed around, seeming to go hundreds of miles an hour. He zigged, he zagged, he flipped and turned. Finally, something caught his attention. He jetted lower, lower to the ground, till he found the source. The smell was appealing. Surely this would be good food. Now all he had to do was dissolve it with the acids flies used on their food, and wait to suck up the juices after -
AAAGHH! Brian thought, suddenly himself again. He was now aware of where he was: inside his shoe. It was the smell of old sweat that had attracted his fly mind. And he had been preparing to eat it. Yet another reason why he needed to get to the zoo tonight. Now in control, Brian shot through the crack he'd left in his window, and landed in the bushes up against the outside wall. He demorphed, careful to stay hidden until he was sure he wasn't going to be noticed. He then picked up his keys from the grass where he'd tossed them moments ago, and hopped in his car. Rather than starting it, he shifted into neutral and coasted out of the driveway. Once on the road, he started his car and headed to the zoo.