Up above the hole in the ground, Ira is speaking to her watch:
"Are you certain?"
"It's not that I don't trust you. It's just that you said we didn't do this until after..."
"But this reduces our advantage-"
"...Yeah. I'll dream every - uh, time's weird, but once a day from my perspective, and hopefully we'll be able to solve this soonish..."
"Thanks," Ant says with a small smile. "I- appreciate that. Just- look after yourself?"
She goes quiet, finishing her idlis.
Then: "I guess we should do checks. See if there's anything we're forgetting..."
Yup.
There's a few minor adjustments to be made, last minute supplies that could be useful, but for the most part they're good.
"You've got this!" Ant states firmly. "Spacebug's not gonna know what hit it."
"I've been staring at the interface, I don't think I need to uncover my arm - we can just type in coordinates, hit enter, and poof."
"No 'the world is nausea'!"
She opens the Moment, summoning a sort of ethereal projection of a screen and keyboard, and starts typing.
After Elizabeth does the same, Bina takes a deep breath, hits enter -
And they're in her apartment. It's nighttime, and the lights are out.
Bina pauses, checks the time, mutters, "We're off by a few hours..."
"-Bina? What--Who- criss." The woman who's stepped into the living room is brandishing a hockey stick.