Kris has a long history of falling out of bed.
This chapter makes me wish I had a little gnome door somewhere in my ancient house. Faraday cage-like rooms with no wifi access, however, I have plenty of. Old houses, man.
I'm rethinking the chapter breaks for these after reading Shelterbelts and falling in love with the big full-page chapter breaks Dyck used, so forgive me if these chapters go right into each other without breaks for awhile! You may have caught on by now that the colors in the title and menu mouseovers change with each chapter shift, though, so that's your cue that we're hanging out with a different character. :)