When the building began to tear at the seams, I woke up in my room, as I did last time. [spared the desertification of everyone's arrivals, fortunately; she'd be a great deal crabbier for it.] A very jolting jump from one extreme to another, but...I don't have any scars or bruises from the moments before.

[she hesitates, uncertain of how much or how little else she ought to be divulging. he looks so tired.

she sighs.]

In any case, you needn't worry. I'm...still myself, for better or worse.