Carter Time First Transform

	Man, come on. Just do the falcon thing.
	Would you settle for an emu?
	I decided talking wasn’t going to help, so I closed my eyes and imagined I was a falcon. Right away, my skin began to burn.
	I had trouble breathing. I opened my eyes and gasped.
	I was really, really short—eye-level with Bast’s shins. I was covered in feathers, and my feet had turned into wicked claws, kind of like my ba form, but this was real flesh and blood. My clothes and bag were gone, as if they’d melted into my feathers. My eyesight had completely changed, too. I could see a hundred and eighty degrees around, and the detail was incredible. Every leaf on every tree popped out. I spotted a cockroach a hundred yards away, scurrying into a sewer drain. I could see every pore on Bast’s face, now looming above me and grinning.
	“Better late than never,” she said. “Took you almost ten minutes.”