"Maybe," I said. "After all, it isn't summer. Yet."

"Yeah, I think." I said. "There should be some... Never mind. BOB! Get a dress please!"

"Hmm?" I heard someone talking. "Who's there?" I saw him then. A scientist.

And he was... handsome. Much more then Dr. Bits. "What are you?" I asked, acting dumb.

"It's close enough." I told him. "If it's hot enough for no shirts and tabletop its summer."

I saw some posters advertising the evil snack food Dr. Bits makes. "I hate that stuff," I said, pointing out the poster.

"That sounds nasty." I tell him. "People actually eat that?

He looked at her with a confused and still sleep deprived look.
"A scientist. Doctor Archangel if you will." He replied, pinching the bridge of his nose in disbelief. He walked forward to her, poking her forehead as if making sure she was actually there.
"So I'm not hallucinating, that's a relief and a pain." He said out loud, staring down at her.

"Yup. It is the most popular snack food."

"It looks like a bowl of grease." I say in disgust.

I looked at him. "Archangel? Like in... St. Louis's Gateway Arch? Or Archcon?" I asked, putting a little too much effort in being stupid. "Or arch as in archery? Archenemy?" I nearly laughed at the last one, but managed not to. "Arch... what else starts with arch?"