"Plan B it is," Marcus said grimly, just as the meadow began to dissolve around them.
Future Nova raised her hands, power crackling around her fingers like purple lightning. "Okay, everyone grab hands. This is going to be a little bumpy."
"Define 'a little bumpy,'" Samantha said, even as she took her daughter's hand.
"Well, remember how I said I'd learned to control my powers better?" Future Nova's grin was slightly manic now. "I may have been referring to a very specific set of circumstances that definitely don't include 'while under interdimensional pursuit pressure in a collapsing pocket dimension.'"
The meadow was dissolving faster now, the edges curling inward like a photograph being burned. Through the gaps, they could see what appeared to be the raw fabric of reality—a swirling mass of colors that definitely weren't meant to be perceived by human eyes, even enhanced ones.
"Nova," Marcus said with forced calm, "please tell me you know where you're sending us."
