"Alright. System's up. See you soon." Dirk’s message flashes across your screen. You turn to look at the modified transportalizer from the Batterwitch's company, made into a bigger version and sent piece by piece from a smaller one. You don't really have time to do a test run, and the drones are already busting down your door. But this place has been your home for your whole life, even if it’s a shithole in the middle of post-apocalyptic Earth. You’d really like to bring something along with you, but what? You’re also well aware you could lose a limb in that machine, if you’re not careful. Or your head, even.

But all of your concerns don’t matter, because before you can step in yourself, Dirk appearifies before you and drags you in the transportalizer, wrapping an arm around your torso as the drones throw down your door. The space around you warps and before you realize it, Dirk is dragging you out of that infernal machine and into a messy room. "Sorry. You were takin' too long." He mutters, unplugging the machine. "You should really try to be less...poetic about stuff. You waste time being wistful." He adds.

“Sorry for wanting to say goodbye to my house.” You reply, checking that all your limbs are still attached. “Thank you, Dirk. You saved my life, Dirk.” He mocks, doing a poor imitation of your voice and smirking.