[Boston, MA]

The third time her apartment opens on Milliways, Olivia doesn't walk inside. She hesitates, framed in the doorway -- long enough to see the Window cycle through another explosion, long enough to spot what looks like another troll building some kind of contraption (Nepeta's friend-sibling, maybe?) -- then shuts it and leans her back against the door, the metal numbers digging between her shoulder blades.

The Harvard lab is fourth on her speed dial. Sweeping her hair aside, Olivia presses the phone to her ear and waits through the humming buzz.

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