If Hennessy thinks a roller suitcase is the ideal luggage for a world that hasn't yet discovered asphalt, she's in for a rude awakening. But she's not going to get a chance to figure that out anytime soon. Ronan hurls himself off the bed with an irritable grunt and snatches VEXED TO NIGHTMARE before Hennessy can even think about grabbing it on her way out.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" he spits. "In case you haven't noticed, we're not in Kansas anymore. Your phone's gonna run out of juice in twelve hours and then your shit alarm won't wake you up and the Lace will either finish you off or feed off a power source about a billion times stronger than the ley line you killed me over and then this world will fucking end. What an awesome plan. You're the real brains of this operation."