Who else? I came back from the store, couldn't find my kids, and turns out you two were hopping in and out of other people's brains.
— You're not gonna ground us for that? — Lil C. asked nervously.
— Ground you? No way. Especially since you helped me figure out what happened to Mom.
— Daddy, don't keep us waiting! — They hung on his arms, and he playfully swatted them off. When the wrestling stopped, he got serious.
— The moon is the symbol of a massive, dangerous mind. A core image someone built their sub-world around. Our two devices linked up, sent out a surge, and that caught his attention. He dropped the glasses on purpose — to taunt us, and to hint at something.
— Hint at what?
Dad's face darkened.
— That hostile consciousness has swallowed your mom. My wife. Now we need to understand how he pulled it off. But more importantly… we need to find her and bring her back. Right?
— Of course!
— Which is why I've changed my mind about sending you straight to that fake moon. We need a plan. No rushing, no recklessness. And what's the best way to plan? Over a good meal.
He grinned.
— I bought tons of healthy salads, and after that — popcorn. Special kind. Licorice flavor!
The twins groaned in unison. Lil C. could already feel his stomach preparing a rebellion. And he still had to climb all the way to the moon… Maybe he should just call a cab?