Eleanor paced her family’s living space.

Two, four, six, eight blue tiles to the right.

Two, four, six, eight blue tiles back to the left.

She wished she could do more than just wait to see if Mandi—and Sam—were all right.

After about ten minutes, her mom looked up from her screen. “El, is something wrong?”

Wow. Eleanor couldn’t remember the last time her mom had stopped reading to check on her. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know?”

Eleanor shrugged. “Like I told you earlier, I’m worried about Mandy. She asked for help, Mom. And then she went offline.”

“And as I told you before, people in GenM headquarters go offline all the time. The system is glitchy...

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