It was like a spell on him and he did not know it. Others had slowly seen it. He did not know if it was good or bad. He was like a lost puppy that found his favorite human that left and came back. His headaches had gotten worse and he noticed that his dreams became more vivid and at the same time was scaring him. It showed here and there with how he was interacting with others. It was almost as if his dream made him think of other things.
His smile slowly disappeared, but no one wanted to state that. His glowing, warm personality felt colder. He held his head more often and he felt alone. It was a weird feeling as if the lifeline he had would disappear and be left in another world without a translator.
The schedule he had before now seemed to be an afterthought. The bakery smelled just as sweet lingering down the street, but as if the scent was filtered. Hunger and desire to go to the other shops did not hit the same. Over the weeks instead of going to each shop, he would pass them as if he were a ghost haunting the streets. People noticed and became scared especially when he lashed out at a traveler asking for directions and another time when he glared at a small child taking candy before his parent paid and he knew they always did that. He was always friendly, although he could be strict when needed this was something different. It was like something troubled him throughout the night and sleep was a comfort that became a dream.
Someone tried to snap him out of it and seemed to work for maybe about half a day. He realized what was happening and he felt better. His headaches seemed to worsen when he snapped out of it.