( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

(Pained gasp.)

Uh, Nathan? I think..

(A crashing sound as she drops the glass she was holding.)

Ah! RORY!!

Greeeat. Fall asleep with one stranger turned fake spouse, wake up with a totally different one. Like the first one wasn't enough?

At least my own kid hasn't changed up. The bonus "kid" is gone.

So I'm in a strange city on another planet, because of a god who isn't the god who wanted us sacrificed, and I'm not dead and Marty isn't dead and Jules isn't dead. And okay. That's fine. It's good. Bring Curt and Holden here and it'll be awesome.

But then I woke up this morning with a ring on my finger and a man I don't know and this is not okay. It isn't. It's just not.

I'm sorry I screamed and threw a lamp at you, guy I woke up with. And then locked myself in the bathroom and cried. For three hours. In retrospect, that might have been an overreaction. But I've kind of had a rough few days.

Marty? Jules? Are you guys okay? You're still here, right?