Forsythia steps off the bus in Unintended Consequences, New Mexico and crushes half of the last breeding pair of an unidentified lizard species whose scent glands produce a compound that would have cured Duchenne’s disease (allowing a merciless global tyrant to survive to adulthood [and in turn give humanity its only chance to colonize another solar system before going extinct themselves]).

That stuff happens all the time in Unintended Consequences. Douglas Adams would have loved it.

But what Forsythia notices is the oddly low doorknobs everywhere. It takes her a day to understand: this town is composed almost entirely of kids.