It is now five thirty. I am still sat on the bench on the grassy section of the park across the street from where I live, only it is now where I used to live. My apartment and whole floor disappeared about an hour and a half ago. Kimberly’s apartment and whole floor went about half an hour after that. I wondered if she had been in there when it happened, and couldn’t help but ponder whether she had turned into a jaguar or not.