Somewhere between sleep and awake, something in my mind glimmered on the edges of soft lamp light. In Era's office. At the ball. Those had been keys on Era's desk. She had grabbed them when she thought I had seen them and threw them in a drawer. Era had keys to the Pause building. Of course she did.
I jerked upright in bed. I could make a copy of them somehow, there at her house, without her even knowing. Maybe? I'd have to call Derek later today to make that happen, apologize for running out on him Saturday night. I needed him to forgive me so we could have another date. Just what I always wanted. But it was the only way to get Era's keys, which would make rescuing Vivian just a little easier.
Soon, Vivian would be on the couch at home in front of the WindowWall for movie night, settled between Mom and me, watching movies and pigging out on junk food. The way it should be.