The gap opened between two Lost Property shelves.
No hinge. No scrape. The shelf labels only bent inward, then the black space behind them became long enough for people to walk through.
Ty's missing finger pointed from his palm.
The blind crystals along the new aisle caught no faces. They caught motion first. A stairwell. A service wall. A phone screen on Earth with Jade's basement shrinking inside the glass. Then Zunoder, wearing Ty's face beside the woman who had brought noodles into the argument and regretted it too late.
Her hands were empty now.
That made her look less like a witness and more like someone who had followed a voice because it sounded tired in the right way.
JJ stepped close enough for her shoulder to brush Ty's arm.
"Please tell me we are naming the trap before we enter it."
Ty kept his hand open because the finger hurt worse when he curled around it.
"It points through the shelves, and Zunoder is already using the far end."
