[The universe or whatever they are seeming to call space these days has a nasty sense of humor. Dirk pushes up his shades and blinks. The clown troll is still there. He has no idea how to process this. The part of him that wants to do nothing would like to lay face down again.

But, he sits up, getting his feet under him and holds up a hand.] Sorry. Irritable. I just got here.

Yes, answers is a thing I need. It’s fine if you don’t have them. But do you know who does? I got the dream deal but that doesn’t feel like enough.