GG: That's a really nice room there. GG: But where is she? GG: Hah, her drink is still there. So she can't have gone far. TT: Oh snap. GG: I don't see her anywhere in the rest of the house. GG: I see plenty of plush wizards and window gizmos, and... pumpkins? Really, Roxy? GG: What an unusual house design. Are all homes in the future like this? TT: You mean the ones that aren't under water? Yes. They are all almost exactly like that. GG: I just tried messaging her. But no response. TT: I'm sure she's out cruising the hood, probably messin' with the locals. TT: Maybe attempting some ill advised drunken heroics. TT: Pretty tight numerical probability of that, I just decided with unfeeling precision. GG: She said things were on fire when we last talked? GG: Actually, she said the whole neighborhood was burning down, if I recall. GG: But judging by the view from her window, it looks lovely outside. GG: What exactly is the danger I am saving her from here? TT: Zoom out. TT: Way out.