I turned the mattress. Thatch and Annabelle were having fun jumping and playing on it while I worked . . . until I turned the mattress over on top of Annabelle. It was accidental, but she stopped playing. So, to make her happy, we went out for our patrol, saw Val, walked down to the first floor, and rode the elevator back up. Thatch, who wants to come along but is too afraid to leave the apartment, cried loudly until we returned.