The egg cracked, the yolk slurping indelicately into the bowl. River watched the golden orb plop into the larger dome than its previous resting place and introduced it to the three other golden orbs, also resting luxuriously in the seemingly massive new home.

"Mischief, meet Trouble, Problem and Stumbling Block," she murmured into the bowl. The egg yolks eyed each other suspiciously. "Don't be rude. Play nice." None of them seemed inclined to begin the game, so she began to spin the bowl on the table slowly.

"Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posy..." she sang softly. She didn't want to wake the others. They were all nestled in beds, resting comfortably within their own rooms - unaware of her current position and curiosity. The yolks in the bowl grinned madly at her. Clearly, they were dizzy now. She picked up the bowl and took it to the stove. None of the others could wake up to see what she did next. It was cruel. It was horrific. It was fun as hell.

She took the fork she'd been hiding in her pocket and plunged it into Trouble's grinning eye and drew it into Stumbling Block's nose before curving it into Mischief's gaping maw and slicing it through to Problem's horror-ridden silent scream. She whisked the yolks together faster, faster and faster - until they were all one. No longer four separate entities, they were all assembled into one jumbled and confused --

"River?" Simon's voice shattered the silence. She dropped the bowl and fork on the stove, the combined energies of the four flung what they could and a piece of Problem's chin landed on River's forehead.

"What were you doing?" Simon asked. River looked around the small kitchen. Someone had been in here with knives - mincing an onion into minuscule particles and dicing capsicum and tomato and even a mushroom so fine the shavings were nearly paper-thin. A person had broken nine eggs into four bowls, leaving only three eggs left in the carton that stil