"Hell if I even know," Carson admitted with a shrug. It was the middle of the night and he had class in the morning, but he was wide awake after whatever the fuck had just happened. Scrubbing a hand over his face he glanced at Dee, just to check and be sure that she was in fact still okay, and then took a seat on the floor in front of the bed, carefully avoiding the weird mask-thing. Crossing his legs he sighed and checked his lip with the pad of his thumb, happy to see it was already clotting over.

"She can be a restless sleeper sometimes, but she just started screaming. Like, really screaming. I thought she was having a nightmare so I tried to wake her up. But then something happened and all the power went out." Running a hand through his hair he looked up at her curly mop cradled in Poison's arm. "I think she did it."