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[[Fred, Persephone, and Socrates are still perched on Planck's shoulders. Trish approaches with a question...]]
Trish: [To the "slime molds"] W-what about -you th-three? W-when the Earth is b-back, w-where will you go?
Fred: Back to Earth, of course.

Fred: It will always be more of a home to me than some planet I've never seen.
Persephone: And my place will forever be at Fred's side.

Socrates: I've thought about rejoining our brothers, but I stand by the same decision I made a year ago. I belong with Fred as well, and I'm not ready to share the "cure" we all bear.

Planck: You can always stay with us, if you'd like...
Fred: Thanks, but no. It's going to take months of recuperating in Fooker's garbage to get over how clean this ship is.
Socrates: Shudder...