QUOTE : His eyes were getting that intense look again, so Lex tapped him on the shoulder. “So,” she said loudly, “what’s our next move?”<br />He blinked a couple of times. “Well, it should be slightly easier to move now that it’s getting on toward nighttime. Fewer people around, less likely we’ll be spotted. On the other hand, things will be much quieter, and with you elephants stomping around, there’s a greater chance of someone hearing us—”<br />“Hang on,” said Elysia. “We’re not stopping for the night?”<br />Uncle Mort paused to stare at her. “We’re a little pressed for time here, Lys.”<br />“Yeah, but—” She looked to Ferbus for help. “It’s just that we’re kind of, um, exhausted.”<br />“And hungry,” Ferbus added.<br />“And some of us really have to pee,” said Pip.<br />Pandora raised two fingers. “And other things.”<br />Uncle Mort irritably ran a hand through his hair. “So what are you saying?” he asked. “You want to camp out for the night? Where do you propose we do that?”<br />“Well, obviously we can’t stay here,” said Lex.<br />“But we can’t leave until we know where we’re going—”<br />“For cripes’ sake, enough with the drama!” Pandora said, blowing past him. “Everything is a crisis with you people. Stairs are hard, that tunnel’s too small, my sister died—sack up already! You really want somewhere to sleep?” She flung the front door open. “Come on. I know a place.”<br />***<br />“The National Museum of Grimsphere History?” Elysia said, reading the sign before them.<br />“OH no,” Ferbus said. “We’re not going to have to learn things, are we?”<br />“And risk pushing out the space in your brain devoted to basic motor skills?” Pandora said. “Heavens, no.