"I've been okay," she says as as the treetops of Carl Schurz Park come into view. "Settling," she adds, as if she's not quite sure if she should be ashamed of the admission or not. She still hasn't entirely ruled out another teleportation attempt, but she'll need a hell of a lot more practice before she has another go at the rift (not least of all because now would be a terrible time for her to end up landing in Spike's bedroom again).

Perking up a little, she continues, "I met an actual Martian." From what she remembers of the dream, that seems right up Topher's street. "Blue skin, antennae, the works."