Noah woke up to a shark in his face.

The shark was about three feet long and covered in a thin, soft layer of fur. Its teeth didn't look especially menacing, and its shiny black eyes were focused on him. It was floating in the air above his bed, its fins flicking slightly as small gusts of air from the rotary fan in the corner disturbed its standstill.

He smiled, sitting up. "Good morning, Duck!" The shark butted him in the arm, and Noah stroked his soft head happily.

Sliding out of bed, he yawned. What time was it? Or what time wasn't it, more accurately. Time hadn't existed yesterday, and there was a good chance tomorrow had already happened. Certain concepts and scientific laws that would be considered vital in most multiverses were... less important here.

Snapping his fingers, his basketball shorts and plain white T-shirt changed into a red tee and jeans, although he left his feet bare. It felt like a barefoot day - maybe that beach in the pool room was surfing itself again? He'd go take a look later.

As he sipped on the orange juice that wasn't there a moment ago (or maybe it had been there and simply hadn't had any atomic mass), he wondered how Null was doing. Successfully removing a drop of 'blood' from himself tended to have disastrous consequences for gravity and space as a whole, but creating a canceled gravity field around it and concentrating it to a small point (and putting dark matter in it, of course) worked pretty well to stabilize it. Honestly, he was still a little surprised the ant hadn't exploded yet.

He walked into a strange room that didn't have a ceiling, stretching to infinity. A small table to one side had a model of the room he was in, with a small eyedropper next to it. In front of him was an open-topped water dispenser large enough to contain several Olympic swimming pools worth of liquid. A minuscule amount of coffee was at the bottom of it.

Noah sighed. They were out of coffee again? When was the last time they'd replaced it? Maybe they got around to it sometime in the next few decades, but Noah needed his morning coffee.

Grabbing the eyedropper, Noah flicked the spigot on the dispenser, allowing a slight drop to escape. Catching it with the dropper, he walked back over to the model room and stuck the dropper in. As he did, a colossal dropper full of brown liquid lowered itself through the ceiling, and a gigantic Noah held the other end. Squeezing the last drop of coffee into the tiny model dispenser, he turned with satisfaction to the now-full one behind him. Physics were so fun to mess with. Were the atoms getting smaller? Were they multiplying? Was he in a multi-faceted dimension of descending, smaller subdimensions, using the absence of laws in Universe Zero to fully manipulate the fabric of reality to his every whim? It might be all three.

Anyway, he wanted his coffee.

Walking through a dimensional rift conveniently located to his left, he discovered his sister in the firing range. The range consisted of about a hundred square miles of concrete and however much of the universe was left at this point. She was currently aiming a finger at a gas giant who knows how many millions of miles away. "Hey, Soph. What are you doing?" As she concentrated, a ball of energy filled the air in front of her, rapidly evaporating the majority of the ground, and blasted away in an enormous, cataclysmic explosion that obliterated a massive swath of universe.

Noah frowned. "That was a little smaller than usual. You feeling okay?" The redhead shook her head in disappointment. "I keep trying to make it a focused beam, but it just keeps blowing up." Extending a hand, she rotated her wrist, and the area she'd destroyed un-vaporized, the massive blast appearing in rewind until it vanished entirely. She focused again, and Noah decided to wait until she was done to ask her to play video games.

The door behind him was tiny, about an inch tall, but he walked through without an issue, flipping upside down to adjust to the different gravity. The game room wasn't especially huge unless you weren't using space properly, in which case it didn't exist at all. Or it existed everywhere at once.

Universe Zero had been the home of the Cosmic family for longer than even time could remember. They'd had to start celebrating birthdays in scientific notation a long time ago until they couldn't quite remember what day exactly their birthdays were. It was illogical, it was paradoxical, it was a contradiction. In other words, it was perfect for a family of fifteen people so powerful reality warped from their simply existing.

Noah wondered if Null would like it and realized no, he probably wouldn't.