I don't know exactly what was happenin' on this side each time. The feeling, it was like... like invisible hands, touchin' me all over. Inside my skin. But it wasn't all the exact same. The worst ones felt cold, slimy. Angry. Usually those would only be a second or two. But some were more... warm, I suppose. Not as harsh. They didn't make my stomach turn. That's what it was when I fell.

[ She puts one of the pillows under her head. Her brow develops a thoughtful stitch. Because she had no awareness of the passage of time while she was there, it's not helpful to ask when they went to the Singularity. But there were a few specific moments she remembers, where things felt different. The sense of others in her head, her skin. Times when the blob seemed more alive than normal. It would hum so loudly that her bones rattled, that she would lie on the ground for fear of being toppled from her chair. If the second time that happened, when she fell through the ground, was when he was here, desperate, then was the other when he stood at the Singularity? ]

The blob. It was always dronin' and buzzin'. But sometimes, it would shake a lot harder. Like the end of the world. Right before I fell, but then the other worst, it was a little bit before that.