The next morning, I was awakened by the sounds of yelling from the floor above.

"What the fuck?" someone yelled. I jumped out of bed, and, not bothering to change from my sleepwear, ran out into the corridor and up the stairs to the next floor.

"What's going on?" I asked, seeing several people gathered around in the hall, "This isn't the seventh floor!"

"Of course it's the seventh floor," the cheeky man from floor five said with a grin, "It's the new one. The old one is now the eighth floor." Gabe, who had just come up the stairs, smacked him in the head with a newspaper.

"Shut up Jack," he said. "I understand that some of you may be a little confused as to the appearance of a floor which has become the new seventh floor. The only way to explain is that this building is magical and kinda has a mind of its own. It knows when there are new guests arriving and I guess we can expect them to arrive within the next week."

I guess I could accept this, given the other odd happenings in this building.

"Now, everyone go back to bed, it's four in the morning for god's sake!"

The crowd quickly dispersed and I returned to my room to gain a few more hours sleep.

However, it wasn't until two days later that we met the inhabitants of the new floor. They arrived early in the morning, before any sane person was awake. On that day, however, every sane person became awake at around two in the morning, when there was an enormous commotion in the lobby. I was tugged out of bed by an overly excited Sally Donovan, and we both stumbled down to the ground floor.

"Okay, will the lot of you just shut the fuck up!" A woman with long, bright-red hair yelled, "I'm sorely tempted to send the lot of you back to Westeros and give you to the bloody white walkers!" A blond man began to whine and complain, "Joffrey, you ass, shut your whiny mouth before I make it disappear."

At that moment, Gabriel, Sam, Mr Moseby and Mrs Hudson arrived on the scene. Mr Moseby had to be gently escorted out when he saw how many people were standing in his lobby.

"Oh dear," Mrs Hudson said quietly, "Are you sure she can handle it, Gabriel?"

"She's done it before, so I'm sure she'll be fine," He said, patting the building lovingly and shaking out his six golden wings. The red-head turned from the mob, who had quietened, and smiled brightly at the group gathered on the stairs.

"Well... Hello there," she started, "I hope we didn't catch you at the wrong moment, Gabriel." Gabe chuckled,

"Melisandre. It's good to see you again," he replied, "And as it happens, I'm seeing you at two in the morning." Melisandre groaned,

"Fuck!" she swore, "I knew I screwed up!"

Gabriel smiled,

"Anyway, how 'bout we get your rag-tag group of oddballs settled in and then we can all get some much-needed sleep?" he suggested. Melisandre agreed that it was a good idea and Gabriel herded the group of both old residents and new, up the stairs to the newly formed seventh floor.

Amongst the group, I noticed three large dragons trailing after a blonde woman with a tiny baby in her arms and a giant hulk of a man with dark hair and fearsome eyes by her side. There were also six large wolves walking alongside several humans and I quickly found myself amongst them, walking beside a beautiful red-head and an equally beautiful brunette. The wolf walking beside the red-head sniffed at me and growled, I backed away a bit and the two girls laughed.

"Don't you worry about Lady," the red-head said, "She does no harm." I smiled at her and gingerly reached out to pat the white fur of the wolf. The wolf certainly had kind, intelligent eyes and she seemed to stare right into my soul.

"She's lovely," I remarked, petting her gently. The wolf gave a happy bark and trotted off to walk beside another wolf.

"That's more or less what I told Joffrey but he does not listen to anyone," the red-head sighed. The brunette put a comforting arm around the red-head's waist,

"Hey, you're here, you're alive, I'm alive and so is Lady," she said comfortingly, "There is no need to worry, my dear Sansa." Intent on changing the topic, the brunette turned to me,

"I have not seen you before," she remarked, "Are you from Westeros, or do you live here?"

"I live here," I replied, "On the floor below you."

"Well, this is certainly a nice place to live," the red-head, Sansa, said, running her hand along the carved wooden bannister on the staircase.

"It certainly is," I replied, "Although I've only been here a few days."

"I think we shall be happy here!" the brunette woman said, "What do you think, Sansa?"

"Margaery, I do believe you are right!" Sansa replied, kissing Margaery on the cheek.

"So... Dragons," I said, after an awkward moment. Margaery laughed,

"Never seen dragons?" she asked. I smiled as we climbed the steps to the fourth floor,

"I've seen them, but I thought that one dragon was enough," I said, "Now, there are four." Margaery looked confused,

"Four?" she asked. I didn't get a chance to reply before the door of the dragon cave opened and the giant scaly head of Sapphira poked out. The blue dragon was immediately pounced on and greeted by the three smaller dragons and their mistress.

"I think Dany's gone into shock!" Sansa said, giggling, "She's never seen a dragon so big!"

"Dany?" I asked, confused,

"Short for Daenerys," Margaery said, "She's Daenerys Targaryn, Mother of Dragons, Khaleesi, rightful heir to the Iron Throne of Westeros and above all, a pain in King Joffrey 'I-Am-A-Sore-Loser' Baratheon's royal ass." She and Sansa burst into giggles and, on hearing the whining that arose from the back of the group, I joined them, laughing until my sides hurt and the woman who I believed was most likely Sansa's mother was giving me an odd look.

On the fifth floor, despite the best efforts of the cheeky man named Jack, who was attempting to herd the robots - River called them Daleks - back into one of the rooms, one particular white and gold robot found itself being petted by a group of the curious newcomers, one of whom was Sansa's young brother, Rickon, who was dragged away by their father and sent off with Osha, his friend and guardian.

Here, I introduced Sansa and Margaery to River, Martha and Sally Donovan, who had caught up with us, and was dragging along a dark-haired man with a wolf and a blond man with one hand.

"Hey Sally," I said, "Who're your friends?"

"This is Jon Snow, and the wolf's name is Ghost, and the blonde one is Jaime Lannister," she replied. I noticed Sansa looked uncomfortable and pale and Margaery looked concerned.

"Er... You okay Sansa?" I asked,

"Um... No, not really," Sansa replied,

"What's wrong?" Jon asked. Sansa's eyes darted to the left and she quickly hid behind Margaery, burying her face in the brunette's hair. Margaery snuck a glance to the left,

"Oh seven hells," she swore, "Joffrey's heading this way." Jaime frowned and I noticed him passing Sansa his dagger and Margaery pulling her own from her dress folds.

"Please don't stab him here, none of us want to clean the carpet," River said quietly. Jaime shrugged but kept his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Joffrey had hardly time to open his mouth before a woman who was definitely his mother stalked up behind him and grabbed him by the ear,

"I do apologize for the appearance of this brat," she said, "I'll get Sandor to watch him this time. My apologies, Margaery, Sansa." She stalked off again, dragging Joffrey off to a massive man with a scarred face.

"Thank the gods that Cersei finally got sick of his shit," Margaery said, kissing the top of Sansa's head. Jaime made a face and pretended to be sick,

"I see why Cersei's been drinking so much lately. He's an ass," he commented. Sansa smiled weakly at him,

"Come now girl," Jaime said gently, "He can't hurt you again. You have your family and friends, and you have Margaery, and although Cersei may be scary, she always makes sure that Joffrey makes no trouble."

Sansa's face brightened suddenly,

"What is it, my dear?" Margaery asked. Sansa pointed to a young girl with messy short brown hair,

"Arya," Sansa murmured, "She's alive." Jaime's face paled,

"She's going to kill me," he said quietly, as he began to slowly move to hide behind Jon.

"Maybe not today," Arya said from behind him, before kicking him in the shins.

"Arya, that was uncalled for," Sansa scolded. Her younger sister only shrugged,

"He had it coming," Arya argued, glaring at Jaime. River chuckled,

"At least she didn't stab him," she said. Arya was escorted away by a strange man by the name of Jaqen,

"A girl must not kill in these realms," he reminded the young girl,

"And why in the seven hells can't I?" she responded,

"A girl must learn the rules of where she lives," he said, before handing her over to a tall lady in armor. Sansa, who had seen all of this, sighed loudly,

"She has not changed at all," she remarked, before yawning and snuggling into Margaery's shoulder.

"Sorry folks," Gabriel said, interrupting, "But the time has come for you all to go upstairs and go to bed."

"I think I'm going to have to agree with you on that one," Sansa said sleepily. Margaery smiled at her sleepy girlfriend and with a farewell, and promises of going for coffee at a more acceptably hour, River and Martha trudged off to their fifth floor rooms as the rest of us made our way upstairs. Sally and I decided that we'd had enough talking for the night and, on making the decision to go to bed, we were farewelled with disappointment as the rest of the group dragged themselves up the stairs to the newly formed seventh floor, no doubt to participate in the newly discovered ritual of late-night coffee-drinking. I stumbled into my apartment and, on realizing that I was still in my sleepwear, decided that there would be no more adventures today, and went straight to bed.