"You sure? I know Cisco wanted to shove me on a treadmill and get 'active diagnostics,'" Yamato says, cocking his head.

He flashes a wry smile at the mention of how strange -- or not strange, as the case may be -- other worlds are.

"It's the kind of thing you get used to pretty fast. I'd already been dragged to another world when I first ended up in the bar properly." Which is to say, the first trip he sort of remembers, because the ones when he was eight are a blank for him. "So it was just more of the same. Didn't feel that weird."