"I'll see what I can do, Red. I'll see what I can do," I repeated, leaning my back against the cold, vibrating door of the stainless steel fridge.
The Dimension Room felt smaller now with three people and a four-headed, smoke-legged hound taking up the floor space. The sterile white light was starting to give me a headache, or maybe that was just the lingering effects of the high-voltage "Neon Jungle" we'd just sprinted through. My boots were still damp, and every time I shifted my weight, I could feel the silver line on my rusty knife humming against my hip.
Red was sitting on the edge of my cot, kicking her legs back and forth. She'd managed to find a container of something called "Dragon-Fruit Yogurt" in the back of the fridge. It was a neon pink color that looked like it could double as glow-in-the-dark paint.
