They had a time machine of their own, now, but it wasn’t enough. The thing was bigger on the inside than the outside and had had some redhaired young lady (human girl) occupying it; she’d said something about waiting for her doctor before the furocious purredator had picked her up and gently deposited her outside the door.

After that, the blind legislacerator had spent only moments deciphering the WHiSperiNGs of the so-called Void, grinning at her traveling companion as she seemingly randomly pulled and tugged and splorched (whatever that was) at the levers and wiggly things inside the blue machine.

Whistle. Tick. Bzzzt. Ding. Glorp. Pop. Splat. Chime. Toot. Puff. Tinkle. Bubble. Beep. Thud. Crackle. Whoosh. Hiss. Pffft. Whirr.

It was just the normal amalgam of sounds inside the blue, boxy machine with the extensive library and too-wet pool. Neither of the girls were worried. Well, they were, but not for the reason those observing them might have thought.

They’d been through the universe seven times over, following way too many obscure little clues which were all too plain to see despite one half the team’s lack of functioning eyes, and nearly broken the space-time continuum once. Despite everything, they still didn’t have an answer to the ages-old question, the greatest mystery ever and the one they’d come here to solve—

Where in the multiverse was Vriska Sandiego?