An omen? Wait, that's not what he's supposed to say. Nor is he supposed to poke her. Also, wasn't he wearing something different? Ami frowns, confused.

"Yeah, we've done all this already," she says. "But it's... going different this time. This is... a memory?"

That's right, she passed through that weird membrane a minute ago... Her outfit shifts suddenly, back to the black t-shirt and sweat pants that function as her PJs. And instead of a game controller, she's holding a bowl of Cho's leftover casserole from dinner.