Monday morning arrived with the subtlety of a freight train.
Samantha woke to the sound of what she initially thought was crying, then realized was actually Emma practicing dimensional phasing in the bathroom—the high-pitched whine of reality bending was disturbingly similar to a child's sob.
"It's 5 AM," Marcus groaned from beside her. "School doesn't start for four hours. Why is anyone awake?"
"Nerves," Callum said from the doorway, already dressed because apparently he'd given up on sleep entirely. "They're terrified. Claire's been reorganizing her backpack for an hour. Oliver keeps flickering so badly he's practically strobe-lighting. And the twins—"
"Are currently existing in three different rooms simultaneously," Kai finished, appearing behind Callum looking harried. "I don't know how that's physically possible, but they're doing it."
