Is this the strangest chain of events Peter's ever gone through? He's not sure, but he thinks it might be up there. He thinks he's got a pretty high tolerance for flarking weird as scut ... scut, but this— —nah, it's weird, but he's definitely been through weirder. It's probably just a dream, or he had one too many at Mantlo's, or maybe Cosmo's messing with his head, or maybe—

—maybe Dad would be embarrassed, as someone (woman, it's a woman) says. (Yeah, maybe. Maybe that's why good ol' Pops decided to ignore his entire existence, right?)

He cracks open an eye, glancing towards her. Truthfully, Peter still doesn't have any flarking idea of what's going on — sure, he'd asked questions, he'd gotten some answers but they weren't really, y'know, satisfactory. Sure, there was something something fate of the galaxy, something something end of the world, glad he's here, but he still doesn't know where the rest of his crew is, he still doesn't know where he is in the grand scheme of — everything and, more importantly, he still doesn't know where his ship is.

"You know, I have a friend that describes everything he doesn't understand as sorcery."