Roger grunted loudly, looking at the luminous something that appeared from the picture in the museum and with every second got closer and closer to him. This strange bright glow in the first moments reminded Roger of ball lightning, but where does this miracle of nature come from here - in the museum? Moreover, he clearly saw how at first this bright spot appeared in the same picture with a plot from a medieval village
However, now this glow was already literally wrapping around Roger, as if he had fallen into some kind of space portal from his favorite cartoon about space marines.
- Get away from me!
Trying to brush aside the glow visible only to him, the boy shouted, noting that the echo from his voice no longer spreads so loudly in the quiet museum walls. Even such a hooligan and a spoiled boy who did not like to study like Roger understood that judging even by this fact, he was already on the street.
And this was indeed the case when Roger noticed that there were no museum expats around him anymore and he could not find anywhere his class and guide, with whom he spoke so rudely a few minutes ago, when the guide was talking about the hard life of women peasant women in the Middle Ages, talking about what the artist wanted to show in that very picture
"It's all bullshit! Stupid women always got their way!" Then Roger rudely objected from a deep resentment towards his mother, which was then expressed in such emotions and feelings. It was a very loud and emotional argument with the tour guide, who was trying to calm down a selfish spoiled boy. But with every word she said, Roger only got angrier and angrier, until in the end the tour guide decided to just shut up herself, as if admitting defeat. However, a sly smile settled on her face at that moment, until Roger, not knowing that the tour guide was a hereditary witch. rejoiced at his victory in the dispute.
But now he didn't think about it. He already noticed how long hair was getting longer every second, tickling his neck and itching in his head so that he really wanted to scratch himself. His hands and thoughts were occupied only with how to drive away this strange bright glow from himself, and, waving his arms, Roger only understood that it was useless, the glow was not felt in any way, unlike the changes in his clothes and body.
The T-shirt lengthened in the sleeves and the naala was connected with the fabric to the shorts, which, a few seconds before, had also connected and lengthened to cover Roger's legs. The new strange weight in the chest area attracted his attention more and more and only felt heavier. Only now he was finally able to see everything around more clearly and guessed the worst ... Despite the bright light from the glow still circling around Roger, the environment around him was obviously very similar to those same village houses in the picture ...