"Well," Kami drawled, settling even further into a comfortable tangle on her side of the couch. "We don't know, really, and that's the truth. I'm not even sure when exactly it happened and I was awake. I was baking, in fact." She managed to lift one shoulder in a vague shrug and her smile was crooked and wry. "All I know is that my entire floor went all Clash of the Titans but other floors did other things. There was Tomb Raider and Beowulf and..."
She trailed off, dark eyes going a bit unfocused as she remembered the eighth floor and standing there with Jack. The warmth and safety had been unreal, all enveloping and natural. Surrounded by the almost familiar blankets and headdresses, she had a moment of unreality where it had been a different place, somewhere that she belonged. Jack, too. The voices whispered in fond remembrance and she almost reached for Jack to draw him close, laughter in her throat.
She had been lucky to escape.
Giving her head a little shake, Kami forced a laugh. "It lasted a week and then it went away like it had never been here," she finished. "Nothing stayed. One of the girls, Dorcas, I think, took pictures but nothing was on her camera a week later."