Chapter Three
The network of tubes and tunnels snaking through Malibu was like something out of Mario Bros. Joel wanted to climb inside one and see if he popped out somewhere else or found a magical item that let him fly.
“I should really get a raccoon suit,” he said, not realizing that he was thinking all that and no one had the slightest clue what he was talking about.
Sam chose to ignore him, which she found to be the most effective way of dealing with his nonsense.
They lugged their gear through the landing bay, as guests of the gala began to arrive. The gowns were like something out of a fairytale—long and flowing, glistening like they were made out of moonlight. But the people wearing them were nothing like the fairytale characters Sam had dreamed of as a girl. They were cruel an
