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 ...