“I bet you’re wondering where your apartment building went, Ms. Barrow,” the man said. “And why the street has a different name.”

Annie sniffed. “How do you know my name?”

“Let me introduce myself,” the man said. He held out a business card in an odd, asymmetrical shape. “I’m here to get you home.”

“I thought this was home,” Annie said gesturing at the burnt-out shell behind her.

“Oh no. Not even close, my friend. You see, you’ve slipped through a crack and come out somewhere entirely different. Don’t let the superficial similarities fool you; you’re lost in a wider world than you can ever know, and I’m here to get you back home. That’s what we’re about at the Caidesin Foundation.”