Lonnie scowled, then grinned again, licking her lips. "Are you sure?" She waved her hand, and the glass flew outwards and away, landing harmlessly in the walls. "Could be mine. And if you're me, and I'm you, does it make a difference?"

And the room dissolved into the deserts of New Mexico, harsh and bright, with the wind starting to kick up.

A rattler coiled its way around Isabel's foot.