Save a world, and next they'll come warning about the galaxy. Nevermind that the brute of a man implied some separate galaxy. Nevermind that she barely believed in aliens, suspecting most of those stories to just be cosmic demons with funny shaped heads.

But she was a sucker for the word: need. So her steps stopped a handful of feet away, but when she spun back to the two men, it was the second she addressed. "Is he for real? Are you sure I haven't just fallen asleep after watching too many b-movies and am now suffering at the hands of the peanut-butter-banana-anchovy quesadilla Dawn called me up just to demand I make? Because he just lost me at his galaxy."