October - And sometimes

And sometimes shortly thereafter, everyone in the room was asleep, some of them quite unaware of the fact (which was a frequently occurring and perfectly normal phenomenon). Of course, that was when things began to happen, simply because there was no one to watch them happen (which was also a frequently occurring and natural phenomenon).

Quite a few people, in the hours thereafter, may be interested to know that the tree that had fallen over earlier had righted and repaired itself so that it looked as anatomically correct and innocent as it was possible for any mere trees to look.

Or if that had failed to engage their interest, there was also the fact that a while later a large group of furry orange things scurried into the room, all over everything and sometimes THROUGH things, clustered for a moment around the sleeping girl before finally disappearing as mysteriously as they appeared.

And not many people from around that particular region at that particular point in time noticed how everything moved, purposefully and accurately, to the position and appearance that they had occupied exactly twenty-four hours ago.

Then there was something else the three guys who were currently unconscious in the room would no doubt be gratified to see, had they been awake at the time:

The girl, who had stayed in a comatose-like state for the past few hours, twitched, then groaned softly and opened a very unfocused eye.

But that was not all.

A second later the girl opened BOTH of eyes, her eyes focused, and she sat bolt upright with a disoriented expression and a word of exclamation that would’ve amused Mike exceedingly and make Zach wince, had they heard it.

She looked up, looked down, then stared all around her like someone who wasn’t too familiar with the existence of three-dimensional space, jabbed reflectively at the bed she was on, before inspecting the room again, pale eyes seeming to take in things, despite of the fact that it was still pitch dark. After a moment she sighed and stood up—and nearly tripped over Zach, who was slumped against the bed, fast asleep. She looked momentarily taken aback, as if she didn’t expect to see him, then wandered around the room again and seemed to notice the other two for the first time. She frowned, then scowled, and then, in a carefully muted sound, conveyed all the disgust of a girl who’d found something unpleasant stuck to the bottom of her shoe. The moment after that she walked straight into the wall with the speed of someone who didn’t expect to be suddenly and painfully stopped by a very much solid barrier.

“DAMNATIONS!” She howled, then howled again because, having yet to adjust to the concept of solid things, she had kicked the wall and was now regretting it dearly.

Mike, Nick, and Zach remained oblivious through it all.

Another inventory of the room revealed the door to her, but, after pressing her ear against it for a moment, she decided against it. She found the window, and the lock and frames seemed to come apart underneath her hands. Moments later she was gone, the bed was empty, and the window was reassembling itself with the small metallic chatter of a housemaid who felt like she hadn’t been fully appreciated.

Everyone slept on.

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[There are strange things afoot, my dear Watson, and we must becareful to twist the hypothesis to fit the facts, and not the otherway around.
Cheers.]