The salt didn't react at all, and nothing happened for a moment. Finally the dresser rattled again and returned itself to the floor, before all three items of furniture abruptly reversed themselved and returned to the ceiling. The girl let out a hiss of frustration.<br/>"Fuck, fumbled it. Fuck fuck fuck... I'm slipping... now would be a good time to leave..."<br/>She stood slowly, struggling visibly against the movement, the muscles on her neck standing out, and then started bending over backwards. The crackling of joints in her back was loud in the room as she bent almost in half, the sight somewhat painful, if reputed to be relatively common in such situations.<br/><br/>Finally she was immobile again, staring upside down at the bed behind her, her feet still planted firmly on the floor. A wheezy chuckle emanated from her, the sound substantially deeper than her voice had been, and somewhat raspy.