Bombs were the last thing on his mind.

Everyone was hiding under desks, wary of the slightest sound whereas he was wondering how soon before people registered the change in him.

They might be in shock and forget. But what if they didn't? Would he have to convince the survivors they were hallucinating?

Crouching in under the lower shelve in the store cupboard Jack could feel his ears growing and wings strain against his shirt. It wouldn't be long before his faerie body would be a giveaway, hopefully the others would have been rescued by then and he could stay hidden.

Even death would be preferable to being seen. That is what he'd always been told.

But was it true?