I asked a load of why why why ’s at Al.

He answered me in kind.

The nuke grenade?
A large enough stressor to make either me or Zoe transport us to the pothole of Time that is the In-Between.

Zoe saved us?
Yep, she totally did, using her enviable time-slowing skill. (How I hate her. (Joke.))

The In-Between looks exactly like it did when Lettie held me captive and I met my Multiples…because?
The fabric of the In-Between universe moulds to a shape it has been percieved as having before, by whoever comes into it with prior experience in this universe – in my case, a cinema. (I should mention this made me think of the In-Between as being like Limbo in Inception having its regular guest be Norm from Cheers.)

Questions asked and answered, I sat down in one of the chairs that this universe had oh-so-kindly made for me (after I created them from having seen Lettie’s chairs that she created), and sighed heavily.

“You know what, Zoe? I am really, really, really getting too old for this shit.”