"That's where the metaphor falls apart kiddo," Omega says, thinking quickly. "Because you get a schedule that tells you where to go and when. We have to write our own schedule, and since we both have new jobs, Sigma's moved out, you and the twins have different schools, Beta takes you guys sometimes, and Maine floats around, well." Omega ticks each one off on his fingers as he speaks, and holds up his hands when he's done. "That's a lot of new stuff to juggle. It's all good stuff, but we want it to all fit together so me studying doesn't mean Delta comes home to the house looking like a tornado hit."

That's all true. But it's not the whole truth.