The smell is impossible to mistake. One whiff of it and Hal is back in 1955 with the hounds, the cages strong and the blood staining the floor. He sniffs and follows his way to the source, only realizing when he arrives that it may have been a mistake. There had been a door, but when Hal turns around, there is none and when he stares down at his garb, he finds himself in the clothes of some time past.

There is a panic, but there is an even deeper hunger that makes itself known quickly, as though being amidst wolves is going to bring him back to the person he had once been. No, not person. It brings him back to the monster that he always is. "Prepared for what?" he remarks icily, holding onto his control by a tenuous string.