With an explosive growl that shakes the entire room, sending little chips of aged stone to the floor in a rain of dust, the child shifts to its natural form. Long rough bristles of chalky white and dirt brown hair spine forth from ragged mottled black skin. The changebeast snarls deafeningly, a dark froth dripping from between misaligned and jaggedly protruding teeth. You shiver and back up, despite the huge door between it and you. What would have happened if you had let it out? Chuckling, you think, You would have been a smear on the floor most likely. At any rate, Jareth isn't here, and if you stay too much longer, those spiders above your head might just decide to spin a couple of cobwebs around you.