Jarael ended up cooking breakfast. Neko and Jarael helped me eat. My focus kept drifting away and their gentle reminders allowed me to finish. I didn't miss the concerned looks that passed between them. They asked me what was wrong, and I told them nothing, only the insistent imagery of form, function, and a healthy sprinkling of math and magic. Jarael knew of a solution and with Neko's help was able to find the perfect place for me to find the outlet I needed. The log books, located near the library, cataloged the world as Earth 313. The culture was a perfect blend of science and sorcery. We dressed for...