This is certainly a tight squeeze. Jupiter does not exactly size up the situation before leaping into the middle of it. "Oh holy shit," she says, half because she bangs her head on the roof of the van as soon as she steps in it and half because, "Ms. G was a total fox."

She slaps her free hand over her temple where she knocked herself. Youngblood's ax still in the other. It's so weird seeing her teachers her age, and she gapes. "Is that Mr. Potkin?"