I walked home. When I arrived, Maegan was already waiting for me. Drea had taken her home, and she lay on the floor, working on her homework.
"There you are, Mir," she greeted me from the living room. "Where've you been?"
"Academy," I said, grinning at her. "Where else?"
"Anywhere," she said. "Look at all this homework. We're not supposed to have this many pages in Second Level."
I bent down and looked at her homework, spread across the carpet. "You have three pages, Mae. It could be a lot worse than this."
"Thanks for the reminder." She rolled her eyes.
"Do you need any help?"
"If you happen to know how to slow down time so I don't have to spend so much of it on this homework . . ."
"Sorry," I said, smiling apologetically, and rose from the floor. "Good luck."
"Thanks," Maegan gr
