We stepped into the portal together, and for a second, I thought the Tower had finally decided to just dump us into a washing machine. The transition was a violent, spinning blur of gold and white, but instead of landing on a new floor, we were spat out onto the cold, sterile floor of my Dimension Room.
THUMP.
"Ow. My knees," Red groaned, rolling off me and sprawling onto the grey floorboards. She stayed there for a second, staring up at the white ceiling. "I'm putting a formal request in for a softer landing pad. Or at least a rug. Ren, why is your floor so hard?"
