2nd September, 7 am, Prison Cell

*This time, Peter is awake for the transformation.  It's unpleasantly painful and as his human mind takes over again, he finds himself wishing mostly for sedatives.

His clothes are torn to shreds, again, but the blankets are warm and with a little shuffling, can be extended to form a human sized bed.  He glares at the basket in the corner.  His wolf form clearly wasn't impressed with it either as it's been thoroughly chewed.

There is a stange smell emanating from the region of the door, Peter ignores it.  The shower was installed far too late in the day for him to have a chance to wash the miscellaneous grime off yesterday evening, but it's looking very tempting now.

After completing his ablutions, Peter sets the fire in the grate burning again, looking slightly askance at the chicken leg, and curls up under the covers once more.  It's slightly more comfortable than yesterday and his limbs are less painful, but the sunlight coming through the bare windows makes it difficult for him to drift off to sleep.*