Daniel didn't hesitate to flat out run back to his home in order to avoid more drenching. He raced through the city, not really getting any funny looks because people in Seattle ran away from the rain all of the time. He stopped in front of a lonely apartment building, which he opened the door to and ran inside to a door on the right hand side. It was the bottom floor to three stories, but he didn't mind it too much. His neighbours were fairly quiet since those annoying children and their parents finally moved out.
Once he got inside, the door was slammed shut and he shook his body, making a grunt as he did so. Honestly, he didn't care too much about cleanliness. It's not like he got his furniture wet or anything.
Some sadness balled up in his chest when he walked in. The couch wasn't comfortable like hers was, the walls were plain white, he had a tiny television, and all he had in his kitchen was a freezer of raw meat and a few dishes. The fridge only held a pitcher of water, so he wouldn't feel like it was completely empty. As for his bedroom, there was nothing but a bed, some clothes and a poster he got for free from a movie theatre.
Daniel tore off his soaked clothes and dropped them in a pile of laundry that needed to be done. All he cared to do was put on dry underwear, and then he laid across his uncomfortable couch. Something then came to mind: he forgot his cell phone. That thing didn't get used much, but it was nice for cases of emergency. All he had to pay for was minutes!
"Geh, fuck it..." he muttered. "I hate this couch anyway and it's not like I sleep."
To confirm that his phone was indeed missing, he leaped to his jeans and searched the pockets. Sure enough, all he found was his wallet. If he was lucky, he'd find an open window to her apartment so he could climb in, get the phone, then leave. As he stayed kneeling on the tan carpet, his flesh began to twist and his face grew longer, dangerously sharp teeth growing from the top and bottom of his mouth. Within seconds, he was sitting there in true form, his body covered with black fur. On his back was a giant scar in the shape of an 'X', which stopped the growth of fur. He still wore his boxer shorts, luckily not tearing them.
"I suppose this will be faster," he said to himself, his voice now deeper. Bright green eyes looked to his open window, which he jumped out of and began his journey back to Catherine's house. It didn't take very long to run through the city and locate the apartment building she lived in. He blended in well with the darkness of the night, so there weren't any passing civilians to catch the giant cat running through.
When he stopped at the apartment, he saw no open window. He rose from his four limbs and stood in a hunch-back position at the front door. What the hell was he supposed to do now? He couldn't just change back at her door in nothing but underwear!
With an annoyed grunt, he sat at her doorstep and knocked against the door with his head to see if she'd answer it. Witches were familiar with creatures like him, right? Maybe she'd invite him inside.