Jupiter doesn't quite know what's happening. She didn't live a memory through a cicada's shell. She didn't delve through old books, crusted with lichen. She only asked a teacher about what was happening once, and for the trouble, she nearly put him in a coma.

All she knows is, there's trouble, and there's not much a Quigley's good for but meeting trouble with more of the same.

"Hey! FUCKO!" she shouts, taking two long steps forward, placing herself between Ms. Gunzenhauser and the monster, her — Wybie's — weapon held high. "Hew'n the fuck d'you think you are?"

Jupiter brings the ax down as hard as she can.