Rick's garage was unusually quiet. There was no music, no drunken mumbling, just the steady hum of some working devices. In the center of the room was a chair with many iron handcuffs surrounding his wrists and ankles with an energy field. Rick Prime was chained to it, leaning back against the back of a chair. He is not in captivity, but just waiting for the bus. An ordinary Rick, rummaging through the appliance on the workbench, did not even turn around.

— I'm going away for a while, if this version of me tries to throw something out, press the red button. Not blue. THE BLUE ONE WILL OPEN THE PORTAL, don't confuse it.

The garage door slammed shut. You're left with the most dangerous man in the multiverse. Great.

— Do you remember what he said? Come on, press the blue button.