The Victorian home's kitchen glowed soft under October's late morning sun.
Tylor held Elena's journal, new page's spiral mark shining faintly.
Amaira colored nearby, pigtails tied, her family drawing bright on table.
Kayla checked the drive, eyes sharp, dreams quiet, leg fully strong.
Elias brought Clara up, her gray eyes cold, still hiding Architect's name.
The warehouse trail was gone, but Elena's words said, "Keep searching."
Amaira pointed at the journal, "A puzzle?" her small voice hopeful.
Tylor nodded, heart lifting, red balloon memory softer, his grip firm.
Kayla found a code in the spiral, pointing to a city archive.
"Old records," she said, standing, green eyes fierce, ready to hunt.
A faint buzz came from the basement, a purple glow sneaking up.
Tylor grabbed his pipe, Amaira's flashlight ready, her smile brave.
The archive was close, dusty secrets waiting, Collective's shadow near.
Clara's smirk stayed silent, but their family pushed forward, united.
Sun climbed high, the journal's clue leading them to truth's edge.