"April. April? Aaapril?!"
April's mind was so adrift that she didn't register the familiar voice reciting her name until a hand upon her shoulder snapped her from her absentminded reverie.
The redhead spun around with a sudden, startled hiss, her recently trimmed hair already wildly unkempt and feral around the edges. It was only for an instant until April recognized her friend Irma Langenstein, but in that instant Irma could have sworn she saw pointed teeth bared.
April's eyes too, were now an unusually bright shimmer of pale blue that sparkled with green glimmer as they darted about.
"I'm sorrrry, Irrrma..." she croaked in an odd slur.