Ronan had heard of odd things taking place. Something about a cup messing with time and reality. But he didn't think it had anything to do with him. In this case, forewarned was far from forearmed.

As usual, he was with Adam. There wasn't any point in Adam having a job if Ronan couldn't bug him during it. Chainsaw seemed to agree, having moved off of Ronan's shoulder so she could stand next to Adam and watch him.

Ronan leaned against the wall. He wasn't currently staring at Adam, which meant that he was working something over in his mind.

"Are you really set on this apartment cause--" Ronan didn't get the chance to finish.

The change wasn't slow but instantaneous. One moment, he was Ronan Lynch the orphan, the high school drop out, the collector of speeding tickets. Then, he was Ronan Lynch, stripped of all of that. This was the future he'd been robbed of. Ronan had a full head of black, curly hair that made him look like most other Aglionby students: dashing with a hefty dose of immature that showed in his actions and smile. His tattoo and scars were all gone. He would have been beautiful, were he not seconds away from being unmade.

Ronan crashed onto the floor. His lips were blue and his face paler than ever before. Black flowed from his ears and nose. He choked on it as he gasped desperately for air. The moment he could move his hand, he clawed at the floor in an attempt to bring himself up.

He couldn't be dead. This wasn't hell, was it? He couldn't be. No, no, he wasn't.