At the time of the explosion, Keith Capra was on the roof of Queen Mira's house, trying to keep his goat self from expressing.
He was failing badly as the horns on his head grew longer and longer as the moon got fuller and fuller. It would start off as a nub on each side of his head and would begin to curl over ears like a large heavy helmet.
His hair, which he had always kept neatly trimmed had grown past his shoulders because at this point, there was almost no reason for him to try and look his best. He was born with red hair, but it was starting to turn into the disgusting matted brown colors of his goaty self.
As he sat there on the roof, looking balefully at the full moon above him, his despair had never been more full-blown.
No woman was ever going to want to be with a man who turned into a freaking goat five or six days out of the month.
