Fates Cruel Joke

I was dead to the world and woke up at almost three in the afternoon. I was expecting my body to be sore but I was not. Duncan did a number of me that even the book I wrote became pale in comparison. Duncan was, wow. Just wow. 

My transition must be already on the cellular level. Meaning my body could now repair itself even with the slightest cut. As for strength, I am still waiting to see how much damage I could create. 

My stomach grumbled, letting me know that I had not eaten much last night, and it was almost dinner time too. I quickly took a bath and went to look for food. I knew that the kids were not home yet. If they were, Duncan must have told them not to wake me up.