"Mr. Miggs, then." Ray shakes the hand through the sleeve, judging it a better bet than trying to find the opening. "Well, that's apparently nothing unusual around here. The trip being like that, I mean."

He's about to ask if anyone's told Martin where he is when "I had food!" sounds. At which point, Ray retunes the mental radio to Planet Martin. "I see," he says. "They make really good food here. Did you get to cut it up yourself, or did you just use a nice, safe, bluntspoon?"