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"No sh*t, there I was - using a chair to batter at the idea that there is no distinction between being and nothingness."

Now it's dark, and she's staring at the ceiling. Even Trouble is asleep, his purrs long petered out.

"I came back for you," she says again, turning her head to whisper and smiling as his ear flicks against her chin in the wake of her breath.

"I am currently trapped inside one of those giant zorb balls. Please can you attend the sale at Darke's on my behalf, and buy anything that you think I'd like to have."

She looks back at the ceiling. She can't see it in the dark, but she knows it's there. Like everything else in her life.

"Batman Industries doesn't exist here."

Yet again she'd let her temper get the worse of her. Not to mention Meleagraunce Darke. Shoplifting and assault.

"I have two theories. One: we could be in Hell." "Do you deserve to be in Hell?"

Was "I just wanted to go home" a good enough excuse? She doubts it. Will they know if they saved that world? She's not so sure about that either.

"Lucky to have you on board, Gold Leader."

What she really wants to know is if they can save this one.