“So, physics,” Darcy says when they leave the office. “New Mexico,” Mel counters, equally dubious. “Scientists,” she shudders. Mel shrugs, a gesture that sits oddly on her heavy shoulders, “Can't be worse than theater majors.”

Tony falls through the space between worlds. As a result, he can see daemons. It kind of freaks him out. (It's stranger and more beautiful than he could have ever imagined.)