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The front door clicks shut behind me, and I drop my overloaded backpack by the stairs with a thud. Upstairs, Uncle Leo is probably reheating dinner, and my phone has three unread texts from Cass. But for a second, I just stand there in the dim hall, the quiet of the house a stark contrast to the humming control room I left an hour ago. My fingers still feel like they’re typing, running equations. *You look tired,* I tell myself in the mirror by the door. Tired, yeah. And weirdly eager for whatever normal thing happens next.