Samantha let Yuki in with the resigned expression of someone who'd given up fighting inevitable chaos.
"Before you start filming," she said, "please know that we're barely holding it together and everything is currently on fire. Metaphorically. Probably."
"Perfect," Yuki said, Mei already filming. "Authenticity is what makes great documentary work."
"I hate you a little bit right now," Samantha informed her.
"Most directors hear that regularly. I consider it a compliment."
The peaceful morning—if it could be called that—lasted approximately fifteen more minutes before Claire came running downstairs, panic clear on her flickering face.
"Something's wrong with Oliver," she said breathlessly. "He went to explore his room and now he's stuck."
"Stuck how?" Callum asked, already moving toward the stairs.
"Stuck between dimensions. He's half here and half... somewhere else. He can't pull himself back."
