Aglet shudders and nods. A few bugs he can handle given a decent weapon, but there had been more in there and bigger than he's ever seen at once before now. Is that what all the walls are like in Manhattan? Jennifer made it sound that way, but he doesn't see how the beans tolerate it when the ones back home would gas a house for so much less.

"I live in my friend Jennifer's apartment," he replies. "That's where I came through the rift, and I just...never left, I guess."

Hang on. "...And I don't remember coming here," he says, things suddenly clicking. He's hopeful as he adds, "Does that mean this is another dream?"