Sarah whimpered, yanking one of the uniforms out of the closet and scrambling into it as quickly as she could. She barely did the zipper halfway up before she stumbled from the room, her mane a frizzy mess. Sure enough, the alarm did shut off, replaced with Forerunner’s even voice from the wall. “I suspect you need directions to the landing platform,” he said. “Follow the lights. And don’t run off to try and help a princess this time. If you don’t mind.”