"The definite somethings are kinda stacking up, here."

"I don't know what they're adding up to. This isn't natural. We need to find out why this storm was different."

"I don't remember learning about any freak storms like this in History…" says Maya. "Not that I pay attention in it that much, though."

"Whatever it is, I'm dealing with it tomorrow. I need a nice, long nap."

She raises an eyebrow.

"Whatever it is, it's way bigger than I can handle after all this stress. I'm getting my beauty sleep first."

Eyebrow stays raised. "If you're sure."

"Say hi to your sister for me."

He goes.

Maya heads on her way back to the hospital room.

Danny is waiting outside.

"Hey."

Wave. "Jackson's gone to get a nap." Pause. "Uh, as I said to him – with the storm and the weird occurrences and whatnot, the, uh, 'definite somethings', are definitely stacking up – meaning, this whole thing's getting kinda ridiculously coincidentally weird."

Nod.

"We'll have to keep an eye on each other. I think after everyone's had a day to rest we should try to get together and discuss things."

"I'm not sure I want to wait that long – it's weird, things keep happening, what if the storm was just the start –?"

"Okay. Tomorrow."

He knocks on the door to Theo's hospital room.

Theo's dad looks up and waves them in.

"Oh, Maya – how are you doing? – And your sister?"

"We're… fine, mostly – she was nowhere near, didn't realize anything had happened."

And how is Theo doing?

Theo seems mostly bored, possibly slightly upset that he's going to take longer than five minutes to recover from the whole earlier experience.

"Hey – how'd things go?" he asks.

"We –" she hesitates briefly, "– couldn't find Cora. Uh." Handwave doorwards. "Jackson went to get some rest, all the – definite somethings are stacking up and getting to him."

"It's kind of been a rough day. The rest of us will all catch up tomorrow. You should come, if you feel up for it."

Theo's dad looks at him.

Theo looks back.

"Uh," he says. "I'm not sure – hopefully?"

"Whatever works. We just want you to feel better. Night, Theo. Good night, Mr. West."

"Uh, yeah, um," Maya looks between them. "– I'll text you later?" she suggests, to Theo.

"Um." Blink. "Okay. See you – maybe tomorrow?"

"Yeah, see you."