Uggggh! By Victini’s ears she was hungry! Sure, she had dinner but it didn’t seem anywhere near enough. And, it’d been veggies and lab-grown meat. Definitely not anything in her favorite food groups. Not unless you counted the butter on the peas as dairy. So, hankering for a snack, Harper wandered into the labyrinthine halls. She beeped Daddy’s card where required and circled closer to what she figured was the super-special pantry. The one a child could pick.

Something that was very true. She’d done it a gazillion times. But, engrossed in conversation with Tinkerbell and Mischief, the thief took a first right instead of a left.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t much to really set stuff apart. The same tiles and stuff. It didn’t help that the place shifted and grew like a Durant horde. One week the pantry was by the kitchen and next it was by the blood samples. Offices turned into labs and her favorite napping places were always getting covered up by furniture and rugs.

So, the fact that the door looked a little funky didn’t bother Harper any. “Let’s got momma some pudding cups—!” The door sluiced open. “Uh…”

Didn’t look like she’d find any Twinkies here.

The Impidimp peeped around one leg and her Tinkaton the other. “KATON!” The fairy-steel type yelled, wrapping a hand around its back-up hammer (one from a hardware store). The Impidimp, meanwhile, took a step back. Terror was evident in its gaze. But that was Mischief for you.

Bright eyes meet the room’s other occupant, narrowing slightly. The kid stepped into the room. “Whatcha doing?"