Joann? Joann?! It's Claude! Hey, if you hear me, say something!

[ He hollers through the house, without any care for propriety whatsoever. His previously lackadaisical attitude, only just concealing his true alarm, falls completely to shambles as he sees the desperate sight before them, a entire floor of the house simply vanishing into the sky. Her bedroom was up there, where she would have spent last night peacefully slumbering. Wherever that room went, she's either there with it, or...

Claude looks around, swallowing down nausea as he prays to a god he doesn't believe in that he won't be confronted with her broken body having fell from such a great height, a pool of blood, a sight of death he doesn't care to see. Though in some ways, that would be less eerie. Less like the rapture has come a-calling. ]

Of course we should be here! What if she's still here? What if she's hurt? We need to get to the bottom of this! [ His gaze casts up towards the sky, where he can see his own apartment, only feet away from the missing bedroom, close enough that their windows practically kissed. ]

It was only chance it happened to her, and not to me. Whatever it is.