Jackson woke up with a gasp.

He was –– he was still on his bed. In his room. He'd kind of expected to wake up somewhere else. There were a lot of other things he'd expected, too. He'd expected to be awake for the change, too, but it didn't matter. He rushed to the camera, stopping the recording so he could start fast forwarding through it.

And fast forwarding more, and more.

"No," he muttered. "No, no no no."

But there was nothing on the video. Just... him, sleeping. No transformation, no nothing. No. It wasn't fair, it wasn't right. Why wasn't there a change? His frustration flared up, and he threw the camera across the room. The sound caught his mother's attention, and he could hear her asking what happened from somewhere else in the house.

"Nothing happened!" he snapped. "Nothing at all."

[ooc: NFB/NFI/OOC-okay. Taken again from TW S02E02. Moar to come later today, probably.]