“What’s wrong?” Ros said. I could feel them looking at me, distressingly close, but I kept my eyes glued on the photo.

“Nothing. I’m fine,” I said. I didn’t want to admit it to them. Homesick on the first night, even though the whole thing had been my idea! My feelings felt like a betrayal. Captain Ahab was never homesick, I thought bitterly. He never told the crew how much he missed life on land: his evening ritual of ice cream in front of the TV with his parents, watching the dogs fall asleep and twitch, chasing rabbits; sleeping in his own bed.

“You miss home?” Ros said.

“No,” I said. “Just tired.”

“If you’re upset I’m not in the photo, you can admit it,” said Touchstone.

“We should take another one with you in it,” I said, passing him his phone back, and he wedged himself in between us and snapped an unflattering selfie.

“Celia?” said Ros, and their voice was gentle. “It’s normal to be homesick.”

They reached for my hand under the blanket and squeezed.

“Right, Touchstone?” said Ros.

“I couldn’t do sleepovers until the seventh grade,” Touchstone said.

“That’s such a lie, Touchstone. You slept over at Neil Carmichael’s in fifth grade.”

“Do you have to remember absolutely everything?” he said.

“My memory is both a blessing and a curse,” I said, and right at that moment I remembered how Buckets would barge into my room in the middle of the night, even though he wasn’t allowed, because he wanted to sleep in my bed, which also wasn’t allowed, except when I let him. I felt myself go pale with homesickness.

“Do you want to call home?” Ros said.

“I’m worried that will just make it worse,” I said, my voice cracking.

“Okay,” Ros said, and they clapped their hands together. “Enough outside time. As a wise woman once said, we need a change of scene. This is a situation that calls for Power Jam.”

Touchstone looked horrified. “What? No! You promised we’d watch other stuff! We’re not going to seriously spend the summer watching ‘the worst show on television’?”

“You know we don’t give that review any credence,” Ros said. “The guy who wrote it barely even watched the show!”

“He’s an extremely well-respected TV critic,” Touchstone said. “And he clearly struck a nerve, since it went viral.…”

“Yeah, because people love to see popular art shredded to pieces! Besides, that critic is a thousand years old, and of course the show is ridiculous—that’s the whole point!”

“The whole point is that it’s bad?”

“The whole point is that it’s fun,” Ros said. “What’s that word—Celia, you know what I’m thinking of—”

“Campy,” I said. “Over the top.”

“See?” Ros said. “Celia has spoken. To the TV. We shan’t delay.”