Existence is a sphere. Stretch a grid across it and you'll find that this planet, this galaxy, this entire universe takes up one single cell. One single cell on a quite possibly end shape. It took a lot of theoretical physics research, years of grad school, and seven hundred and thirty-two migraines for Marone to figure that out. Even longer to determine how to travel from one world to another. Now jumping between them is as simple as pressing a button and letting a wave of white electricity whisk her away. She doesn't mean to involve anyone, honestly, especially not a girl from Earth who has never truly left her hometown.