Miranda had had a really horrible day. Just... unspeakable. Thank God her apartment contained plenty of wine (and wine ice cream), as well as far more comfortable clothes and plenty of true-crime dramas to watch. She sighed, rubbing the back of her neck as she unlocked her apartment door. Soon she could just--

Except her apartment door led into her parents' house.

She cursed fluently in Spanish, then kicked off her heels irritably and flopped down on one of the couches. This bloody portal thing again, for God's sake. Of course it would be today.