[She jerks her hand away from him, pressing them both against her chest instead, and looks around as if she's never seen this cabin before. And she hasn't, quite. The inn room at the center of it is almost unchanged, but the kitchen from Dracula's castle and the bathroom beyond it are gone. So are the windows, with their vague and unreal views.]
[Shaking her head at herself, Sypha rises to get her robe from where she left it on the floor. There's a hard lump in her throat, and her hands feel alien to her as she pulls it on over her head, but she hurries all the same.]
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Trevor reaches over for one of Sypha's hands, hoping to calm her down]
Sypha. It'll be all right.
Re: The morning of the switched flood
What...
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I'm going to go see what's going on. Whatever it is, we'll fix it.
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[Shaking her head at herself, Sypha rises to get her robe from where she left it on the floor. There's a hard lump in her throat, and her hands feel alien to her as she pulls it on over her head, but she hurries all the same.]
I'm going to demand some answers.
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Well, at least we're not doing anything insane today..