"Yeah," Stacia agrees, replacing her knife in the oven mitt. She tugs a little on Cammie's arm before letting go. Note to self, grab Cammie's shirt next time so as not to muck up her swing.

"...At least she didn't suffer. Nurse Bitterman, I mean. It would have been fast. But next time things start glitching, we'll have to remember that we might be standing above a hole."

Maybe they should keep an eye out for a broom or something else with a long handle to test the floor with. Stacia backs out of the nurse's office and heads for the principal's instead, leaving Cammie to close the door behind them.