The transit pocket didn’t stay still.
Emily felt it before she saw it.
A subtle shift beneath her feet—like standing on something that wasn’t entirely solid, just convincing enough to feel real. The walls shimmered faintly, their smooth surface rippling like disturbed water.
“We’re moving,” she said.
“Yes.”
“To where?”
“Nowhere fixed.”
“That’s not how movement works.”
“It is here.”
Emily exhaled slowly. “I’m starting to hate ‘here.’”
The faint light beneath her skin pulsed again.
Stronger.
She clenched her jaw. “Okay, that’s getting more frequent.”
Theodore’s gaze flicked to her briefly. “Your condition is progressing.”
“Still not comforting.”
The space around them flickered—
Then stuttered.
Not visually.
Structurally.
Emily felt it in her bones, like reality skipped a b
