Somewhere between boredom and the back of a delivery truck, there is a tollbooth. It appears in Jorin's room on a Tuesday afternoon when he has nothing to do and no interest in doing it, assembled from a flat-pack box with no return address and instructions in a handwriting that seems to change every time he looks at it. The toll costs one idea, which Jorin is not sure he has. He pays anyway. What comes after the tollbooth is the Kingdom of Wisdom, and the Kingdom of Wisdom is falling apart, and the only people who can put it back together are a bored twelve-year-old and the two strangers he meets on the other side who are, between them, more than enough.
