Her father's legs thumped against the wood flooring of the hotel room, muscles rippling in his arms as she made her way into the room, her father's arms in a jogging motion. She kept her distance and asked to see if everyone was fine . . .
The blob of flesh and limbs began to quiver and expand, and Ellie began to see the familiar forms of human arms, legs, feet, and hands separating from the blob, sticking to designated torsos she saw form, starting with their shoulder blades.
Ellie couldn't tell where her mother had groaned from - there was no mouth to be seen.
As Ellie came to see, though bodies were starting to come together, they did not exactly all look anatomically correct.
Ellie grabbed a chair from the kitchen area, picked it up, as it was not quite heavy anymore, and set it down a few feet away from the forming bodies. She grabbed her mother's new curling iron as well - she didn't know if what was being born was hostile or not.
So Ellie began to wait, tensely.