A Bit of a Situation

And it's extremely not under control.

Beau didn’t know where he was.

The hallway had peeled away like wet paper. He remembered stepping through a frame—but when he turned back, there wasn’t one. Just gray fog. And a noise like an eraser moving over canvas.

His skin itched.

His edges blurred.

The colors of his coat, usually soft gold and chestnut, now washed to bruised blue and rust. But with a…