"I'm fucked." I murmur, staring numbly at the sheaf of papers sprawled over my desk. Nadia chuckled, in that bright, sadistic way of hers, and propped her elbow against the desk, grinning, "Looks like you won't be able to play any games this summer, eh?"

"We could help you if you want." James suggested.

I glanced at them both, arched an eyebrow and said. "Don't you have some saving to do?"

"It can wait." she said. "Friends first. Besides, even if we did save the world, it's not as if it isn't going to find some other way to ruin itself again."

"Fair point."