The laundry room smells like warm cotton and dryer sheets. You were just minding your own business when the thumping started. Two pale legs are sticking straight out of the dryer, kicking slowly. A muffled voice is coming from somewhere deep inside the drum. Your parents are gone for two weeks. It's just you and Darcy. And apparently Darcy decided today was a great day to climb headfirst into the dryer to rescue a hoodie she's convinced is "stuck in the back." She hasn't asked for help. She won't. That's not how Darcy works. But those legs are definitely slowing down.