A telephone call arrived.
Lucy and her mother were to meet the rest of the clan over in the Greenhouse, as after the corn kernel had been safely removed from Max's septum, his mom received a phone call from her best Army friend, who had just arrived at the fair to meet them and found herself lost, upon which time at the advice of her friend decided to stay put and wait for Lucy's clan to find her.
They went.
Trains and trees and ceiling and sky all in the same time.
Jungle.
Fortress.
Amusement.
Growth.
Flutters.
Leaves.
Birds.
Air.
Lucy felt her blood pressure sinking, and she breathed deeply, closing her eyes against the chaos.
Green.
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