Ten years have passed. I am sitting in a leather chair that was not made for a body my size, and I imagine myself a prince thrust onto the throne ten years too soon, head barely big enough to carry a crown, feet dangling a few inches off the floor.

In a world very, very similar to this one, Savi joins a support group for adults who, in their childhood, were whisked away to worlds unknown. A novelette about the strays that follow us home.