Roommate turned into a horrible eldritch monstrosity due to the time weirdness - that's what she once was, apparently - and I, being a worshipper of the god of guardians, went to get in the way long enough to let people get out of the way. Then she set me on fire. Which hurts a lot, I feel I should mention.

She's better now and apparently feels very bad, but I haven't been home yet. That kind of thing makes rooming together awkward.