Possessed sounds about right to Roland. He knows it because the encroaching sense of other in his head. He bites down on the inside of his cheek, "Damn it Bert! Why can't you just cease your curious nature for once!?" The once is growled low in his throat. He can't even grip his guns anymore.

Crossing the room there are thuds - suspicious thuds and when he looks in the remains of the mirror he destroyed he's covered in fur, ears, his human features vanished completely.

At least I can talk still.

"You're Welcome to try breaking down the door if you can and suffer the consequences." Yet all the same - going out the window? Not an option. The closet? The bed?

The closet.

Roland barely fits, but the door's only open ajar.