Without warning, a painting flew up into the air and into one of the corners of Marlog's room. Then another, and another, until there were two large open spaces in the middle of the room.

Pris ran through her crudely drawn checklist. Take the cylinder to the bathroom to get carved in the really loud machine, take the wiggly totem into her parent's bed-less bedroom to make her... Cruxite Ant.

The house began to shake, reality itself started to merge with images of the ocean. Beethoven's 5th symphony started to play from some unknown anterior source, and the house was no longer on stable footing.