“Oh,” Sarah said lamely. The opening closed with a crack of imploding air, scattering the sand of the garden around them. “Well, I’d still go with you. Maybe… after we finish what we started. I’ve done crazier shit than that. I’m an alien bug in a space garden… and that’s not even as crazy as the place I came from. But I like doing things in order. First we make diplomatic contact, then we go into the unknown and save your mom from data-Cthulhu. If… that’s what it takes.”