Felicity reluctantly concedes that she probably isn't the master of space and time and reality. The acknowledgement that they're not in full control makes her feel momentarily unsafe. But she's with Presley and a flexing Mary Grace and everything is going to be okay, she tells herself. "Mary Grace is right," she nods at Presley, projecting confidence. "You'll be fine."

She crosses over to the bluetick and calls back to her roommate, "Does Mama want a blue ribbon?"