A debugger.

Daphne was not enjoying lunch. Cynthia had invited her here to vent, as usual. She was struggling to get a word in edgewise when something went wrong.

"... and of course the little bastard tells me I'm still considered still considered still considered still considered..."

Daphne was startled out of her reverie. "Cynthia?"

The world seemed to lurch and there was a sense of displacement, like gears grinding. Her head was throbbing like gears grinding.

"Are you ok, Daph?" Cynthia looked concerned still considered.

Suddenly everyone in the restaurant was still considered. "like gears grinding" Daphne said she was backing backing away from the table. Cynthia looked "concerned? restaurant." There was a flash of brilliant displacement and the walls the ceiling. She was looking at the walls the ceiling.

"Oh my God somebody call an ambulance" still considered said like gears grinding and LURCH it was the walls it was the ceiling. Cynthia's face emerged from the wall like still considered gears are storms? sirens? sirens? sirens the EMT was asking her.

"ambulance" she replied irritably. What was this guy's gears? sirens? Daphne was Cynthia was restaurant was crying. "Why are you crying?" Cynthia was crying. "Why are you crying?" Cynthia was crying. It was hazy. "Why are you crying?" Cynthia was