Just what we need, something screwing up our memories even more, Marc mumbled. They already had enough issues with remembering things between the switch-offs and the blacking out. Maybe it had been easier to accept that he was speaking to an Egyptian god when he was at death's door because he was probably delusional and definitely desperate, but here, he was feeling too sober to be taking in any talk of different versions of universes and people and places.

Maybe let's stick to relevant subjects, he suggested. Out-of-this-world situation, kidnapped by aliens, undetermined stay, no simple way home- got it. Anything out there that'll kill us?