Drunkenly fumbling the keys while talking the rest of the sweet, burning liquid down his throat, Rick unlocked the shop, throwing himself inside, and starting it. A low rumble followed in suit.

A solo ride for now. He couldn’t stand the thought of a conversation at the moment, less someone blabbering in his ear.

Quickly pulling off, the dark void of Space filled the windshield, little dots ever so slowly becoming bigger. Why stay in this universe? Fuck it.

Putting the portal gun in safe, random universes, he opened a swirling, acid-like green in front of the ship, accelerating into the low roar it gave off.

…How long had he been out now? The clock on the dash, that was set to Earth time, read 09:43. It was night when he left,

Thunk.

Rick perks up, making direct eye contact with,,

What was that thing?