"...yeah, that makes sense, everyone thinks they're a rocket surgeon." Harry deadpans. "Anyway, you're on a space station. It's awesome for the first twenty seconds, and then you realize that that...French guy...whatever his name was...was right, and you're pretty much in Hell. And also...there's at least one person who's proud she can't read. And she controls the whole place?"

He pauses, "Which...is...actually the hunch I have going into all of this. I'm pretty sure we're just all in hell. There are also people who think it's all in their head, and one guy who's pretty sure we're in some kind of quantum universe...thing, but I'm pretty sure it's Hell.

But...no one's stuffed me in a trunk yet? So...it kinda evens out?"