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When the car backs through the front door of Milliways (turn around and drive out? With this thing's turning radius? HAH), it does so onto a New York City street paved in cobbles and surrounded by medium-sized buildings. It sits very still for a moment- there is, after all, no one else coming down the one-way street- and then eases forward into the Firehouse as if nothing unusual were happening.

Probably it's a good thing that no one noticed the rather conspicuous lack of driver.

Inside, a cot's been set up in the garage, right next to the electronic 'doghouse' where Francis deactivates at night. Under more normal circumstances it would be said that Ray was sleeping on it, only, well, he's currently operating a rather larger and significantly more wheeled body than he's used to. Said body lets out a very quiet little aaoogah noise from one of the sirens. Janine looks up from her desk, where she's keeping tabs on the situation. "Dr. Stantz? You okay there?"

"Yeah, Janine," he says in the slightly tinny voice the car's voice synthesizer insists on giving him. "I'm okay. How's she doing?"

"You left two seconds ago. She's exactly the same." Janine slides her glasses up her noise with one finger. "Anybody at Milliways have any ideas?"

"A couple. I've only just started asking. I did bring Bob back with me to see if he could help her adjust a little, at least until we get things put right."

Janine nods. "You three want some privacy in the meantime?"

"That might not be a bad idea. Thank you, Janine."

As Janine gathers up her papers and heads for the kitchen upstairs, Ray turns his attention to the data storage area that was the digitizing laser's target zone. "Bob? Can you hear me?"