“Sarah!” Mark called, making long strides as he stalked through the house. The shifts from Victorian to fortress happened at dizzying speed, and he felt upended, no longer wanting to move Earl’s plan forward, but rather to give up on being sensible, grab Sarah, and curl up in a cozy bed with her, shutting out the world. In fact, that sounds perfect… if I can find her before I get sick. “Sarah!”
“What is it, Mark?”
He whirled and then wobbled as the room shifted around him. “Ugh. Sarah, where are you?”
She stood, framed in the rear door of the Victorian, the one that butted up to Venice Beach, which then became a hallway in the fortress, before turning back. “I’m here, Mark. What is it you want?”
Mark looked around, worried Earl would soon appear. Laying one hand on the wall, he hurried
