Just past midnight, Claudia was in her bedroom, debating whether or not to go to bed just yet. There wasn't anything she was all that interested in on tv, so she was seriously considering just crashing for the night.
That was before she heard the commotion from downstairs. She wasn't sure what was going on, but H.G. screaming like that was generally a bad thing and the things that roamed their way around Lawrence.... She darted downstairs, calling out. "H.G.? What happened? Where's the fire?!" she asked as she came into the kitchen. A frown slid over her features. "H.G. ....?" she couldn't comprehend this scene. Only the two of them were in the kitchen, so why was she so freaked out? "What's going on...?"