Garrett looks out the window, now actually seeing what he had only smiled about indulgently when Hilton Armstrong dogedly insisted on the actuality of it, last night at the Lobster Shanty. Just as he described: a werebear. Half way between a man and bear in size, upright with grizzled fur, long fangs, and large hands tipped with unusually straight long claws. Britt sees this fellow too, and quickly hides in the closet.

"What have I done to merit this visitation?" Garrett asks himself as the unlocked door opens and the big fellow walks in very slowly. He does not attack, but simply looks at Garrett. The look perfectly affirms what Garrett has already been thinking. Garrett now speaks very humbly to his new friend, "I believe you now. Is it too late, my fury cousin?"

“Don’t sweat the small stuff. Garrett, It’s still me.”

Valdison is surprised almost more by the normalcy of Hilton’s speech than by the transformation."

“Holy Mataskeezits. Do you know what this means?" Garrett exclaims.

Britt is forgotten momentarily, and makes Garrett pays for it with a sore penis later at bedtime.

January 4, 2003 

During the past year Hilton and Garrett have become good friends. They have found that they can be very helpful to one another. At Full Moon times Garrett is always available to help Hilton with vulnerability problems. Garrett has been able to enlist his support in several situations where extraordinary measures were needed for dealing with recalcitrant un-libertarian elements in the local area.