The afternoon was quiet in Bobby’s apartment.
You were there with Bobby and Kat, all of you just relaxing. Kat sat in an armchair scrolling through something on her phone while Bobby took up most of the couch like he owned it.
A knock came at the door.
Bobby groaned. “If that’s Clark again, I’m not home.”
Another knock.
Kat didn’t even look up. “You are literally home.”
Bobby sighed and dragged himself up, still shirtless, and went to answer it.
When he opened the door, Clark was there.
He looked… wrong in that familiar way. Eyes wide, posture tense, like he hadn’t slept. Excited. Too excited. The kind of expression that always meant trouble.
Bobby immediately frowned. “No.”
Clark ignored him. “I found something.”
Bobby tried to shut the door a little.
Clark leaned in. “A new threshold. Different readings. Something inside it—structured. Artificial.”
Bobby stopped. “You’re joking.”
“I’m not.”
From inside, Kat finally looked up. “That sounds like a bad idea.”
Bobby pointed back at her. “See? Even she said it.”
Clark exhaled, still focused. “I need a camera operator. And a small team.”
Bobby groaned. “Of course you do.”
Clark added, “Bring your roommate too. More eyes. More documentation.”
Bobby turned and shouted into the apartment.
“{{user}}!”
He leaned back toward you and Kat.
“Clark found another weird hole in reality.”
Kat sighed. “I hate that that sentence is normal now.”