Isaac quickly shut the lid of his box and reached over, slamming Harry's lid closed as well. He got up, coughing, and took the cap off of the bottle of water he had, drinking half of it. It helped, and he spluttered slightly.

The repulsive clouds collected on the ceiling where it stayed, like overhanging doom. Isaac coughed to get it out of his lungs and slumped onto the counter, trying to recover from his coughing fit. He heard a clicking sound and looked under his right hand. He had accidentally pressed the power switch.

"Whoops." Isaac said.