The one thing that Tommy and York had in common seemed to be that they were friends with droids at least. Maybe if he remembered this interaction in the waking world, that will be the bit he remembers. "You gave me shit when you got here," York pointed out with a smirk.

Over on the far wall perpendicular to them, a wide window opened. It sized itself larger until it was an open door for Tommy to leave through. "I'll keep you in mind if I can't handle myself out there. Being smaller means I have an easier reach to break people's fucking knees."