Mike sits on a toilet seat, trying not to freak out as his skin goes to temperatures of scolding and a light seems to be shining around him from out of nowhere. No. Not from out of nowhere, from out of him. Mike doesn’t feel actual pain. He feels burning and heat and… power, but no pain.
“Hello?” Someone’s here.
Alec retraced an Iratze for his headwound before readying in battle stance- pausing when he sees that the figure is no longer moving.
‘How is that even possible? It’s not. Is it?’
Alec stands there, dumbstruck, holding a teenaged boy whose face is unmistakably and completely identical to that of his Warlock husband: Magnus Bane.