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“This is a problem.” Bright lights switched on, probably activated by a motion sensor.
    “Everybody, take a minute to figure out where you are before we all get injured,” King said. “Adjust to the new situation.”
    JJ looked around and suddenly discovered she didn’t know which direction was up and which was down. This place no longer looked like the room they had started in. They were in a chamber about the size and shape of a hollowed-out school bus. Metal loops like drawer handles were distributed along every flat surface.
    Tony tried to “swim” toward the wall, but made no headway.
    King gave a low whistle.
    “Not exactly what I expected a space station to look like, but this freefall thing is definitely cool,” Dyl said.
    “The best,” JJ agreed. “Even better than being on the Moon.”
    Tony finally snagged one of the handholds and pulled himself closer to a wall—or was it the ceiling? “The Moon simulation, you mean?” He sounded completely confused. “This is so realistic. How long does it last?”
    “As long as it needs to,” JJ said.
    “Yeah, wonderful, whatever.” Song-Ye clutched a handhold, looking a little green. “Does anyone have some Dramamine? Because I’m definitely going to toss my cookies if this keeps up.”
    “Not a problem. We’ll find you a space-barf bag.” Dyl chuckled.
    JJ’s blond ponytail floated behind her head, as if she were a mermaid in water. Dyl’s hair was fluffed out around his head, like a coppery lion’s mane, and Song-Ye’s long black hair floated free in every direction, while King’s close-cropped hair looked unchanged.
    Tony ran a hand through his hair, which appeared puffier than normal. “How did they do this? It must be super expensive.”
    “Uh-huh,” King said, “it’s a space station.”
    “Yeah, yeah, I get it—it’s supposed to feel like that. Just go with it.”
    JJ grinned over at him. “Told you it would be fun. Somebody’s got to get this party started.” She pushed off of the wall, giving herself enough momentum to float to the opposite side of the room. When she reached it, she rebounded and drifted past Tony in a slow-motion somersault.
    “Let me try that.” Tony, skilled in gymnastics and acrobatics, did a triple somersault, kicked off the wall, and spun his body in a tight circle, like an ice skater. “This is great!”
    Song-Ye spoke in a shaky voice. “Glad you think so. Some of us are not having as much fun as the rest of you.” The Korean girl tried “spotting” on a wall as she turned, a technique that ballet dancers used to keep from getting dizzy, but it didn’t help settle her equilibrium. “I was disoriented enough in the Bárány chair without any sight or hearing … this isn’t any better.”
    King got down to business. “Let’s not forget why we’re here. I’m guessing that must be an airlock.” He pointed to a hatch at one end of the chamber, above them.
    “Actually, there’s an airlock on both ends of the module,” Dyl said. “Piece of cake.” He opened the nearest hatch and swung the thick metal door inward. “It’s some kind of connector room.” He shot inside. JJ was amazed at how well her brother moved, as smoothly as Tony doing acrobatics.
    “Everybody in,” King said, and they all crowded into the round chamber.
    It was about the size of a normal elevator, and six hatches led from its walls, like some kind of game. “Pick a door, any door,” JJ said.
    Dyl closed and locked the first hatch behind them, while King peered through a viewport in the hatch closest to him. “This one just goes out into space.”
    Song-Ye checked another hatch. “This one, too.”
    “This one goes through to another module like the one we were just in, but it has a different setup,” Tony said.
    JJ said, “Since we can’t step out into empty space, I vote for that one.”
    “Sure, why not?” Song-Ye still looked sick.
    King started humming “Follow the Yellow-Brick Road” from The