[Ariadne absolutely appreciated the gentle touch on her back. It was just enough to remind her that this world was real, but not harsh enough to unsettle her further. By this point, the architect was a little ready for the flood to be over. It was disrupting conversations and generally making her feel twelve different levels of crazy. Carefully, she shifted so she could stare better out at the living room. Things were mostly back to normal, the walls cementing shut and the couch knitting whole again.]

Do you... mind staying a little longer?

[Her confidence had been slowly drained by the number of trains that had plowed through her wall.]