Night
[Curfew falls like a heavy, smothering blanket, the already-dim torches and all else around them vanishing under impenetrable darkness. In that moment, the dorm behind them, the space above, even the places the others were standing seem swallowed up, warped, like a familiar field suddenly obscured by the thickest of mists.
And in that absence, the feel of the ground under their feet becomes horribly, immediately real.]