The Trattorians have travelled a vast distance. They have trapsed through the galaxy to a destination unkown. It has been quite a time since they left their previous galaxy.
"This is awful ma'am... How long does this go on for?" asks a grunt.
"No idea." responds Dr. Mikoto.
"The Grand Matron requests your attendance. Come with us."
"And so you killed what is essentially a god, without any control, just to see what would happen?"
"Uh. Yea." mutters Dr. Mikoto
"And you called science 'solved' after the universe collapsed?"
".....When you put it like that."
"You are idiots."
"But you're still going to give us refuge in exchange for whats in here?"
"Of course. I am a... woman of my word."
"Why does that feel wrong..." mutters Dr Mikoto.
The pod opens.
"I see. So that is who you are."
"Ugh... Where am I? Where's that Blue person... are Zee and Ken ok?"
"Grass? But I was in the Four Rums... What's going on here."
"Hello."
"H-Huh?"
"Did I suprise you? It's been a long time since i spoke to someone who understands what's going on. I feel a bit of nostalgia."
"Babe...?"
"It seems you know me?"
"Of course I do!"
"Then I assume my theory is correct. I am able to exist in this universe without a binding spell as a result of your existence."
"That... actually makes sense. But... I'm not getting involved in your experiments. No way. I'm going to make sure you don't hurt anyone."
"My Seekers have already been founded here."
"I don't care. Who the hell do you think I am?"
"You are Quantumsurfer Green, I'd advise you to stay out of my way if you wish to sabotage my curiosity."
