Cosette jumps up and down. “Your friend Emmett is my chief commanding officer.” She tosses her hair and flashes a perfect-toothed smile. “Wow, what a small world!”

“I know, right?!” They give each other another round of high tens and I genuinely can’t recall the last time I saw Emmett so pumped. I feel a weird pang of jealousy.

I elbow Emmett in the side. “We’re kinda in a hurry right now,” I remind him, tapping the vial underneath my top.

That sobers him right up. “Yes, of course, totally. I’ve got this.” He turns to Cosette, all business. “Captain, remember the time the Darth Invaders ambushed us on Planet Kangshee and we had to risk everything to go on a rescue mission to save Cadet PJO4eva?”

She nods solemnly. “That’s a day I will never forget, Commander.”

“Well, Riley and I are on a similar rescue mission. One of our crew is in grave danger, and we need to save her. We are willing to do whatever it takes, and we need your help.”

Cosette listens, then looks over at me contemplatively. She frowns slightly, but eventually, she offers Emmett her hand. “I will do everything in my power to help you, Commander BakersDelight. You have my word. Fly or die.”

Emmett shakes her hand and grins. “Fly or die.”

She opens the door wider and invites us in, putting a finger to her lips. She leads us on tiptoe past an exhibit with a large pendulum ball hanging over a hole and then ushers us into a small meeting room. “We should be left alone in here.” She takes a seat and leans her elbows on the table. “So how can I help, team?”

“We’re looking for some information,” I start, resting an exhausted-looking Boris against the wall. “About…stars.”

Cosette nods. “Well, you’ve definitely come to the best place for that. What do you want to know?”

“Have you ever heard of the Godrealm’s last fallen star?” I ask.

“Hmm.” She cocks her head. “Can’t say that I have. But you’re not going to find anything about the Godrealm here. It’s strictly saram stuff.”

“You’re sure?” I press. “Nothing about falling stars?”

She taps her fingers on the table. “It does kind of remind me of something my sister performed in the Saturday School talent quest last year.”

“What was it?” Emmett asks.

“One of the old legends. About back when there were two suns and two moons in the sky. I’m pretty sure it mentioned something about the Godrealm’s stars.”

Emmett and I look at each other.

“You don’t happen to remember the story, do you?” I ask. “Any part of it at all?”

She takes out her phone and puts it on the table. “No, but I have something even better. Adeline uploaded it to a private Vimeo so the family could watch it.”