Room 307, Monday Morning

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Okay, fine, the subject heading was a lie. It was pretty much afternoon by the time Topher opened his eyes, blinked rapidly, stared at the ceiling, and pulled his blankets tight around him.

"I'm never getting up," he announced in a barely-coherent mumble, and then he rolled onto his side and dozed off again.

For the record, he kept his word for an hour and forty-five minutes. Then he got out of bed for long enough to stand up, open the door as if considering going into the hall, and then return to sit on his bed with the door cracked open. Baby steps.

[[door cracked, post open!]]

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Kenzi cocked her head, taking that in. "Mmmm, okay. You know what we need? A pocket portal to exit whatever scenario the Island inflicts on us without warning. Magic or science, I don't care which."

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Huh.

"Like a failsafe," Topher mused. "That's pretty good. I like that. Wide-range might be hard, but maybe if it was, like, just for the three of us, or something. And Billy."

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"Sure!" And maybe Toby, hmmm? "I mean. It wouldn't have to go that far. Just off the island or whatever, because the evil witch chick shut everything down, didn't she?" Those memories were kind of fuzzy. "Just so we can get awaaaaay." No shame in that! "And get a rescue party. Of course."

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"You and Peter could handle the rescue party," Topher said. "Premature dibs on bailing and heading for Disneyland."