It's when your hindbrain declares that such-and-such an event has to happen in one of a third character's chapters that you think, hey, wait a minute, short stories don't have chapters!
Sections, you correct yourself. It will happen in one of that character's sections.
And the hindbrain shrugs and says, Suit yourself. I thought you wanted me to learn to do chapters? And you did, so really you can't much complain.
Still and all. Oof. Do I have time to write a schemey political fantasy and a blaster-toting space opera simultaneously? I do not. Something will have to give. Guess it'll be interesting finding out what.
(One of them has elisem sparklies helping the brain. The other has Woody Guthrie and Buddy Holly. Uff da.)
Also, if you're reading and catch yourself thinking, Hey, isn't there some laundry I could be folding instead?, possibly it means that you should stop reading the book in question. Even if sometimes you're thinking, That's annoying. Hey, what would really annoy my characters is.... That level of utility is easily overrated.
So on I go with one thing and another, none of which is what I expected of today, but that's all right.