"Well, then," said Psyche, in a calm and practical voice intended to steady everyone. (It had occasionally inspired her sisters to minor acts of violence, but generally people found it soothing.) "I think I know what to do next. But, er, I'll need my hands free."

She looked at the hole with a bit of a frown. "My guess is," she continued, "that it isn't any special virtue of mine that's holding this hole open. I mean, I'm certainly not doing anything special, here. It just doesn't want to close on me and cut off my arms. So it ought to work with anyone, really."