As Elle's eyes snapped open, she wanted to believe that all of yesterday was a dream, some weird nonsequitur her mind had created to escape the pain. But here she was. Again. Her gaze drifted over to the other side of the room. So was... she never learned her name, did she? Her roommate, the crazy bitch. The less conversation she shared with her, the better. She wanted to explore the room-- find her own damn flashlight and see if the baseball bat she acquired with Claire was somewhere in the room, but it wasn't worth the risk of waking her roommate up. Making her best effort to be noiseless, she tried to sneak out of her room and down the hallway. The door was locked. God damn it.

But in a matter of seconds she caught the attention of a nurse passing by and ushered to breakfast, but that was okay. She was getting kind of hungry. She could get used to this kind of life, maybe. It wasn't that bad, minus the thing with the monsters.

She pondered this while picking at her bacon and french toast, sitting at a table by herself. Absentmindedly, she raked her fingers across the tabletop, trying to cause sparks. There were none, just like before.

Hmmm. She started intently at the space, as if it wasn't too late for it to be marred.

[For Peter.]