Zoe had to see the penny and the glass again before she went to sleep. Otherwise, she worried they'd evaporate into unreality.

She tumbled out of bed and limped to her bag on the floor and rifled through it. It was still a wet from the rain. Her heart leapt to her chest as she searched—what if it had all just been a dream?—but then she found the shirt with the penny and the weird glass.

Zoe felt a tinge of embarrassment—there they were, proof of her whole escapade. It all seemed seemed overly dramatic now that she was back in her bedroom, and she never liked dramatic people.

She laid them on her desk and took a long look at them.

Then she held the glass up to her eye, like a kaleidescope.