Isaac turns toward the noise, but even the sound of it frustrates him. He misses the clarity, the awareness, that his abilities offered him. But seeing the sound is followed by Allison, he seems to relax a tiny bit. He wrings his hands in front of him, elbows propped on his knees as he looks out over the dimly lit area.

"I don't know how it happened," he says finally, wrestling with his words, with his emotions. "It's like someone stuffed a box on my head." And it almost feels claustrophobic in a way. His surroundings suddenly feel tighter, smaller, without the range of hearing and the depth of smell. He's re-learning how to view the world as a human being and not a werewolf.

"Uh, sorry if I woke you up. I just didn't know what to do."