What Rough Beast

I'm back from Alistair's hell world and settling in with my family for the holidays in my haunted house where the locus channels time and space harmlessly through seven dimensions-or ten, it's hard to count. Unfortunately, the holidays in Woodhill are turning out to be less jolly than usual. Now my haunted house is playing games with time and space, a poison star is looming over Woodhill, and all my neighbors are turning to me to save them from impending apocalypse. Haven't I earned a break from saving the universe?