Two weeks later, boxes lined the walls of their temporary sanctuary like cardboard monuments to their impending freedom.
Nova had taken to teleporting small items between the packed containers, apparently under the impression that she was helping with the moving process.
The result was a treasure hunt that occurred roughly every thirty minutes when someone needed to find something that had mysteriously relocated itself.
"Has anyone seen my favorite mug?" Kai called from the kitchen, where he was attempting to pack the last of their dishes around Nova's latest creation—a set of self-stirring spoons that had achieved consciousness.
"Check the bathroom," Samantha replied automatically, folding Nova's rapidly expanding wardrobe. "She's been putting random objects in the bathtub all week."
"Why the bathtub?" Marcus asked, emerging from their bedroom with an armload of clothes that seemed to be folding themselves.
