It was 3 am and chris was laying in his bed, still bewildered by the events of the night, his ankle was swollen but he wasnt sure if he should risk reforming the bone until all his strength was back, incase he just made things worse.
He sat up for a few hours trying to think about his encounters and how he should act towards his classmates in future. At around 5 (just after the noises from down the hall stopped)he thrusted his hand to the pile of clothes furthest from his bed, made a twisting motion like opening a door, and then gently raised his hand in order to extract the gaseous magazines from under a mounain of trousers.
"No use risking it, i have a feeling i'm gonna have a few visitors in the next day or two"
He then melted the frame of his door as he did every night and drifted off, for the first time wondering if he should tell anyone about his sexual orientation...he decided it wouldn't be clever...