Claudine Jones

Kara was fascinated by the things in Claudine's room--all around there were some strange experiments and contraptions of sorts hanging by the walls or from the ceiling. There were also blueprints scattered on the floor, and one giant blueprint spread across a drawing board with little pins stuck to it. Kara spotted a dresser with a mirror covered in scribbles and notes. Instead of the usual vanity items, the dresser had markers and tissue on it. Claudine's bed could barely be spotted in the mess, but it was there in the middle of it all, the only well-kept thing in the entire place.

The ten-year-old girl cleared her throat to call back her guests' attention.

"Have a seat," Claudine said, and then, as if remembering her manners, "Please."

Kara looked around but there wasn't really anywhere to sit. She was surprised when the floorboards began to move from underneath them, and three stools emerged for them to sit on.

"It saves time," Claudine explained, "Now