[For the most part Adele remains next to the wall that leads to the stairs, leaning against it. If she closed her eyes and kept focused on her rage at the thing they were to destroy, the sedative she took earlier should keep her from panicking. Maybe. Best have a cigarette just in case. And some champagne. Just to keep her mind off the height. She drags a match over the wall and lifts a cigarette to her lips, lifting a shoulder at Kurt's question.]

It was not just a sofa then. It was a pillow, about...the size of a book, yes? And it swallowed my good sofa, and continued to spread.