Luna woke alone in Georgia’s bedroom, hair sticky from lying in a pool of blood. She could hear Georgia screeching downstairs and then footsteps.

“Get rid of the blood!” Donner ordered and she did, vanishing it from the floor and herself right before Ant made it to the doorway. Where it went she didn’t know.

Georgia looked horrified.

“She spilled her nail polish,” Luna explained. “She was upset about it. I tried to make her feel better, but I think I made her mad instead.” She smiled sweetly at her cousin. “I’m sorry, Georgia. I was saying you have more gold nail polish.”

“The fact that you brought it back around to the polish,” he said as Ant scolded Georgia for her carelessness and behavior.

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“Well, what else could I do?” she asked. “It was the only thing she had to be upset about. But, hey, I guess this means no matter how long we’re at the bridge, almost no time passes by here.”

“Oh joy.” She heard his annoyance. “I was so concerned.”

“Where did you go?”

“Nowhere. That whole place is nowhere. I don’t think it exists.”

“That’s dumb, of course it does! We can go there and Snowman said-”

“I know what he said, but he’s either lying or misinformed. Have you ever seen anyone else walking on that thing?”

“No, but-”

“Exactly. No one else goes there. I don’t know what it is or what it’s for, but it’s not for the dead to pass through and,” he shrugged, “this is assuming it matters at all.”

Like most things in life, it probably didn't.