It was James who moved first. Not to release Diana, but rather to nearly collapse to the floor with laughter. It was silent, shaking laughter, the kind that radiated through his whole body. It made Diana want to laugh, watching him. She didn’t, even though the humor of the situation was driven home by the way that Anna and Thomas stared at her with their mouths slightly agape. A moment later, it was one of the individuals in grey suits who moves forward to help her. As he reaches up, awkwardly taking hold of one of her forearms, he tries to pull her forward through the small hole she had created. “I don’t think that is wise,” Diana was surprised to hear Lazarus Wren speak, and even more surprised when she glanced up and saw a wry smile decorating his lips. “Maybe if you can just push

