[OOM: Sometimes it's hard
explaining difficult topics to loved ones. Especially ones who have been sort of 'dead' for a while.]
A door opens up from the hallway closet of the Matrix family residence, for once Dot's thankful that Enzo found a reliable door. The one that usually happened at her office was just a disappointment on two parts. Dad had really hoped he'd get to visit, but after the 32nd try he called it quits for the cycle, and quite frankly Dot was as well.
Since Enzo had most likely taken care of dinner for himself, either from Milliways or the Diner, Dot decided to try the upstairs closet instead. She's grinning ear to ear, walking up to the bar to order a Woozy Eliza and a big plate of fried paradoxes.
"Oh, and could I get several popular User-world destination pamphlets, preferably from either Ray Stantz's or Whistler Emory's worlds please? Thank you."
With that she takes her meal to a table to browse through, making little notations in her PDA and keeping out the paradoxes for conversation bait. She hasn't had the time to peoplewatch or meet new people in a long while...