Riley mumbles something to herself, possibly searching for a secret-safe answer, all while her expression moves through different levels of worry, until finally landing on a brow-raising solution.

“Oh! You could say that it’s a place you’ve been to before.”

“Right…And in this place they’ll explain why I’m a girl—”

“—Ahhhhh,” she bleats on to drown me out, now adding her palms to the mix, drumming them against the steering wheel.

“Riley! They’ll also tell me why it’s been like five years since I woke up, right?”