Chris woke up in the Hilbert Space vehicle and everything was fine. Nobody was trying to kill him. Nobody was trying to break his ride home. And his head rested on someone's very soft lap.
The Ginger Princess stroked his hair, humming and smiling at him. She'd changed into more, well, comfortable clothing wasn't the word. The outfit looked like one giant fishnet stocking, or lots of blond doilies all knitted together. It made him wonder if he might be hallucinating after all.
The rosy bubble burst. Chris ducked out from between the Princess's crochet-wrapped thighs. "Where's Dr. Yang?"
The girl raised her hands, Chris's powersuit froze, and he realized he was sick to death of this game.
"Please just tell me." Chris felt like a lost tourist. "Doesn't anyone here speak English?" he want
