He was red. Stein blinked at himself in the bathroom mirror, vaguely confused. Most of his skin well, that skin that wasn't usually covered by clothing had taken on a vivid red color and felt oddly hot and tight. It was uncomfortable and strange, and he had absolutely no explanation for it. That in itself was unheard of. Turning, the ten-year-old boy padded silently down the hallway to his partner's room. Spirit would more than likely still be asleep, but he was the only one Stein had to ask about this strange turn of events.
On reaching the door, Stein paused a moment and debating knocking. Then he just opened the door. It was