"Okaaaay." And... "Wow, that sucks." Kenzi blinked up at her, then slowly got to her feet. "This is why always the white dress, and no shoes for a while, and... yeah, no, I don't feel like killing anybody." She shrugged helplessly. "I just feel-- weird. No breathing, and no heartbeat, and you know all this, but it seriously wigged me out this morning." 1958. Wow. Kenzi scuffed her foot on the carpet, kind of half-surprised she could still do that. "Um, did you do this? Or did something happen? Or is this all Island stuff?" She sighed. "Again."