In the kitchen of my loft, I marked a tally on the whiteboard under the words: “MOVIES SEEN THIS SEASON.” I was up to four. Not great, but maybe I could squeeze in another before Christmas. Hopefully in my next life I’d have more time to pursue this passion.
With Marley in one arm and Jay’s box of cookies in the other, my realm-evator took off. We shot upward, the transport shaking as its walls glowed with jagged bolts of red and green.
5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, and . . . 12.
DING!
The lift halted and the doors glided open. “Welcome back to the CCD, Miss Mason,” the intercom said. I put Marley on the ground and we proceeded to my office. Once settled, I placed the box of cookies down, slung the briefcase off my shoulder, and emptied its files onto my desk. From there I made my way around
