Maggie closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, admitting, "I'm concerned about my parents. I..." she pauses, because she knows how utterly awkward this must sound to anyone from a world besides her own. "I have a microchip beneath my collarbone that transmits my vital signs. It was my father's condition on giving me complete freedom to do what I wanted and go anywhere I pleased. It doesn't track my location, as proven by the amount of trouble I got into during my party girl phase, just makes sure my heart never stops. I hate that I've gone out of range and it isn't transmitting anymore."

So the Garcias will almost certainly immediately panic and assume their daughter is dead. At least it won't pick back up again after the blip. They won't think she's undead. If Maggie gets home, her arrival will be treated as a miracle, but the people she loves won't spend the intervening time trying to track her down and lay her to rest.

She squeezes Duke's hand. "But you know this isn't the first time I've fallen into another world. I'm just grateful there was a friend waiting on the other side this time around."