"Heck, it's not the worst dimension I've ever been stuck in," Fred replies, trying to look on the bright side. Maybe there's someone pulling the strings, and maybe she's way past frustrated when it comes to research, but things could be a lot worse. They could all be cow slaves.

She remembers her coffee, despite the fact that she's had her hands wrapped around the cup, and takes a sip.

"How's Spike?"