Star flipped right-side up, her eyes wide. “Wait, like a library? I love libraries! Do they have the ‘Loud Noises’ section? Because I’m a member.”

And inside that folder was one file: undo.exe

And I think: Somewhere, in a server rack at the edge of reality, there’s a version of this story that ends badly.

“The Dark Web?” I asked.

“Don’t touch it, Star,” I warned. “You don’t know what—“

Star turned to me. Her cheek marks were glowing bright, bright pink. “Marco. When I first came to Earth, I was running from a destiny I didn’t choose. I spent years fighting to make my own choices. And now you’re telling me that the version of me who lost everything—who failed—got deleted by some cosmic librarian because it was ‘inconvenient’? I won’t let that stand.”

We ran upstairs. Buff Frog was standing in Brittney’s abandoned food court, holding a tray of pierogis, surrounded by six tadpoles in tiny sweaters. He looked confused but happy.