If they stuck around here any longer, Aguilar was going to have more than a set of would-be escapees to worry about. The room was heating up with so many bodies in it. Simple thermodynamics. A few more and the odds of food poisoning for the senior set skyrocketed.

Not that he'd turn down the good stuff. Some things were worth risking a little projectile vomiting for.

Peter was still trying to explain without sounding crazy and/or his age, so as soon as Scott fumbled the floor open, S.T. pushed past them. He walked through the hole in the tile, snapping his flashlight on for the first time.

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