Vi had been on her way up to her room when she'd heard the quiet thump of something tumbling down the stairs. Worried that someone was under attack or had an unfortunate fainting spell in the stairway, she sprinted up the stairs towards the source of the noise and skidded to a stop when she nearly ran into a mattress that had seen much better days and someone underneath. Her eyes widened slightly. "I think the feeling is mutual," she said sympathetically as she jogged over.
There was definitely a story behind this, unless the mattress had just spontaneously combusted. That really didn't seem likely. "Didn't your mother ever tell you it wasn't a good idea to set your mattress on fire and then try to surf down the stairs?"
Crossing over to the mattress, she found one handle that hadn't totally perished in whatever had happened to it and managed a good grip a little ways down, pulling it up. Leaning over slightly, she looked down at Danny and winced. "This is probably a stupid question, but are you all right? Anything dented, broken?"