They were melting. Slowly, tragically melting. Soon—so soon—Sirius and his beloved Harry would be nothing more than two human puddles sinking into the mattress, leaving only a diaper and boxers behind. Sirius was just wondering whether his tattoos would melt, too, losing shape until they became nothing more than a mysterious ink blotch glistening darkly across the bed, when his phone buzzed on the nightstand.