Kennedy did, yeah, have a duffel bag full of weapons that she'd stashed in a corner of the room, the few actual books on the supernatural that her Watcher had sent her, and her laptop.

She was sitting cross-legged on the edge of Tara's bed, wearing the slightly irritable look on her face that she usually got when she'd had a weird dream.

"There's more random new walls out there today than there were yesterday," she put in, a tiny bit sheepish about tacitly admitting she'd gone out for a run in this. "So whatever this maze is, I think it's growing. I'm thinking that can't be good. Also, I tried to call Constance earlier and nothing."