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[[Sharon, Fooker and Dexter walk down the stairs]]
Sharon: My throat is *still* a little sore...
Fooker: And I still have a faint scent of smoke...

Fooker: Um, take that back. I just haven't washed this shirt in five days...
Sharon: Still, everything felt so real, so life-like...

Sharon: Who would have thought travel to another universe was even possible?
Dexter: *I* do. But I read a lot of sci-fi.
[[They continue down the street. Evil Trish watches them, unseen, from behind a bush]]

Evil Trish [[thinking]]: I do too, but then again, I have a vested interest...