Molly traced her finger along the absurdly detailed blueprint of a bouncy castle. It wasn’t the usual sort of floorplan she had to memorize. Usually, it was laser grids, pressure plates, the occasional guard dog named Fluffy with a predilection for belly rubs. This time, it was a pastel-colored monstrosity with more hidden compartments than seemed strictly necessary. She looked up at Bill, who was frowning intently at a map of the garden. “So, we’re clear on the escape route, right? Past the sandpit, over the swing set, grapple hook to the oak tree?" Bill rubbed his chin. "Are you sure that branch can hold my weight?" Molly sighed. Some things never changed.