Gibi was holding her phone. She quickly pocketed it and smiled. "Hi! You're in my house. I'm Gibi. I'm a… huge fan."

Mônica had no idea what that meant, but she saw Gibi holding up her phone. She leaned in, and click —Gibi captured the perfect shot: Mônica, holding the graphic novel, looking tough but happy, with a muddy Cascão trying to climb back into the portal.

"Fan?" Mônica squinted. "Like a ceiling fan? We have one of those. Franklin's dad installed it."

Suddenly, the portal began to flicker. It was shrinking.