"Well, I hope you don't assume I'm coming along," said Dylan.

Eliza and Jack stared at her. "No. We wouldn't assume that you were coming along."

"Yeah, who do we think you are? You are free to decide your own fate," said Eliza.

"Do you know how to get me back home?" said Dylan.

Jay and Eliza looked at each other and sat down. Jack motioned for the bartender and said, "Could we get, like, a particularly strong drink?"

"Of course, of course, of course," said the bartender, who took out of his pocket - the place where he kept the really strong drink - the bottle, and put it right next to Dylan.

"So, here's the deal. There's no known way to get back," said Jay.

"What?"

"Yes. Sorry dear. Nobody knows how to get back to the outside world. It's something theorized to be unknown," said Eliza.

So Jay stood up on the table, as he is wont to do, and said, "So, welcome to your new home!" as a man vomited into a bucket.

Dylan stood and was silent. She drank all the strong drink in one gulp.

"Um. Um. Um. Um," she said, and she continued to go "Um. Um. Um," for over 30 seconds. And then a steely resolve came over her as she took another big swig of the strong one, throwing the glass down and breaking it, and said in a very confident whisper, "Okay. I'll go."