Chanel will never admit it later, but she jumps about five feet into the air. Or maybe that's just the fact that the shoes she's wearing are too tall. None of the memories have interacted with them before.

It feels, suddenly, that they've fallen into a horrible trap and all she can summon is every ounce of mean girl energy she's accrued over 17 years, arching one perfect eyebrow even as she rests her hands on her record-swords.

"Didn't you die?" She sounds horribly unimpressed.