"Keith! Lance!" cried Pidge as she watched them dart off the path and... disappear? "Wait!" It was instinct - her dum-dum Pala-bros were in danger - She lunged after them.

"Pidge!" cried Hunk. He'd seen Keith and Lance run off and instantly blink out of existence and honestly, he did no want to deal with that. Then Pidge had to be brave and go after them and he couldn't let his bestie cease to exist. He reached out to her, intending to grab her and stop her, but instead he got pulled along with her!

Snap! Snap! Their strings broke.

"No!" cried Hunk as his feet left ground and he began to tumble downwards. How was there no ground suddenly?

"Hunk, fire your jet pack!" yelled Pidge as they fell.

"I'm not wearing my paladin suit!"

"Just do it!"

"Ahhhhh!" screamed Hunk, but suddenly he realized he wasn't falling, he was shooting up with the power of his jet pack and he was wearing his paladin suit? "But I was in my jammies, how is this possible?"

"We're not physically here," said Pidge. "So it doesn't matter what our bodies are wearing. Here we wear whatever we believe we're wearing. It's like a lucid dream. Once you know it's possible to control it, you can."

"Nope, I don't understand," said Hunk, turning to follow Pidge who had now set a course for them. "I'll just tell myself it's magic. Hey, where are you leading us?"

"Trying to find our landmark," said Pidge, rising higher. Everything was just sky again. No grey figures, no red and blue stars. "The constellations have changed again because OF COURSE they did. Do you see the red and blue stars? Am I missing them?"

Hunk flipped all around in every direction, but couldn't find the points of red and blue. "I can't see them either. And I'm starting to get PTSD flashbacks from the time we were caught in deep space without our Lions."

"'Kay well you stayed the calmest of all of us there so I'm going to interpret that as you being fine."

"Well, I'm never fine... Which actually works really well as a coping mechanism. Hey, where are you going?"

Pidge had changed her course. "I see something this way."

"The red and blue stars?" asked Hunk, speeding up to meet her.

"No, a floating platform."

"Okay," said Hunk, dropping back. "And why do we want to go to the platform?"

"It's a spot to orient ourselves in a sea of indistinct starlight."

"Know what would be really great to spot? A food truck," said Hunk, daydreaming. How come even without a body, he could still feel his tummy rumble?

Pidge pushed on and it seemed her willingness to reach the platform sooner brought her there almost instantly. "Hunk..." she began, taking in her new surroundings.

"Whoa!" said Hunk as they touched down on the floating platform together. "No...way..."

The platform wasn't large, 20x20 feet, and it was bare except for one thing. Parked on the opposite side was a food truck.

"I do believe this is your manifestation," said Pidge, sarcastically.

"I manifested a miracle!" gasped Hunk. "I wonder what time it opens," he said, noticing the metal curtain was rolled down over the order window.

"Considering time isn't a concept here...," mumbled Pidge.

Hunk had already skipped up to the window and was pounding on the metal curtain. "You opening soon?" he called out. "Hungry customers out here!"

"Hello," said a voice from behind Pidge.

She jumped and turned around to see a small, translucent Altean girl standing directly behind her.

"Ah! Creepy ghost child!" shrieked Hunk.