It was supposed to be like any other lazy Saturday morning. Zoey was staying for the day as usual while her mother was busy at work. Caleb and his friends were doing middle-schooler things down in the basement. And Lisa, of course… she was building the next generation of ultra-violent combat robotics. For competition purposes, of course.

The day became decidedly less like any other when a strange rift swallowed the basement.

An initial story pitch.