She sits up immediately, with a little gasp, her eyes wide, as though from some kind of absorbing dream. A moment ago she was legion, powerful, surrounded by a blue and cloud-swirled sky and raining down destruction – 

And now she's back in the kitchen; there is only one of her, and her lips, when they part in surprise, are glass instead of steel. She doesn't feel powerful at all. Her knee hurts.

She stares up at the music box, and the clock, and swallows – or looks like she swallows, although it's plain to see, through the hollow transparent glass of her neck, that there is nothing there to swallow with. She bites her lip with her small, neat, sharp teeth. "What happened?" she asks quietly. "I fell asleep–?"