"Scuze us!" says Amie, stepping between them holding a trio of metal bars, joined at the top to a hoop by flexible hinges. "Pullies coming through."
With everyone's help, they manage to unfold the poles into a tripod.

"Here's good?" asks Emmie.
"Don't ask me," says Kendra.
"It should be fine," says Bina. "We're relying on the time machine to hold the gate open anyway."
With everyone's help, they manage to unfold the poles into a tripod.

"Here's good?" asks Emmie.
"Don't ask me," says Kendra.
"It should be fine," says Bina. "We're relying on the time machine to hold the gate open anyway."