By the Post Office, Friday afternoon

[intotheout]

They had a giant, slapdash sling. They had three bowling balls, one for each of them. And they had something of a plan.

Tip stared up at the massive stone-and-metal thing that had reportedly once been her counterpart in this hell universe. The crack wasn't as big as she thought it was. But it was bigger than she'd been afraid it was.

"I really hope I'm right."

[ooc: For Hanna and Hanna and Tip]