10th floor stairwell, 12:05 am
Hannah had fallen asleep at 11, but she'd barely managed to keep her eyes shut for a full hour before she just couldn't do it anymore. Sighing, she sat up in bed and stared at the ceiling, unaware that the alarm clock beside her read 12:00 am. She didn't notice the change at first, since it was barely a whisper against her skin, but it was the slight pressure on her feet that alerted her to the fact that there was something wrong. It was too dark to see anything, so she slipped off the edge of the bed-- and nearly fell forward.
"What the--" She steadied herself on the night table beside her bed, fingers scrabbling for the lamp. Instead of being pajama-clad and barefoot, she was now wearing a ball gown and... were those glass slippers? Why the hell was she wearing a dress and shoes? She closed her eyes and counted to ten, but when she opened them nothing had changed; which meant she was either hallucinating or crazy, even though the two went hand-in-hand. Wandering out into the living room, she stopped short in the bedroom doorway.
There were mice in her living room. MICE. At least ten of them, and she was pretty sure that big one was a rat. Hannah blinked and edged her way around them towards the door, but they followed her. Literally. She opened the door and stepped outside-- and they followed her into the hallway.
She was in a ball gown, glass slippers that were impossible to walk in; and now she was being stalked by mice. It was official - she'd lost her mind. That, or it was a really bad side effect from her pills.
Running down the stairs didn't work well in her current garb, and she stopped halfway between the 9th and 10th floor to turn on her rodent companions. "Stop following me!"