[ Everything is relative. Time, death... location, maybe. The only thing that seems to be constant is the two of them, now that she knows that he's here too - for a moment she was worried, or maybe relieved. It's hard to tell. ]

I'm happy to see you too, Alan. [ In her usual terse way, but it's not without affection. ] And you're right. This is... this is different. A bigger glitch in the system. Fucking Florida.

[ The coat comes off in a quick but reluctant shrug of her shoulders - too fucking hot. There's so much to hate about this and she sure as hell hopes this isn't just a new venue for this recurring nightmare. It'd be great if she - they - could actually leave at some point. ]

Alright, let's figure this out. Methodical. Rational. What's the last thing that happened for you?