[Misa's eyes widen as a familiar feeling thrums through her chest, and suddenly something cold is pressed against the flat of her stomach. She can't help an involuntary shudder, but she does manage to keep herself from either screaming or ripping her shirt off to figure out what in the hell has materialized beneath it. With the words that triggered this echo, it can't be good.]

I-I need to go.

[She stands up abruptly, a hand pressed her abdomen to make sure whatever is there stays there, and makes a beeline for her room.]