Oz glanced up in surprise as a woman zipped by in a glass tube. It looked kinda fun.
He was in the future, he knew. He'd been there for weeks ever since that demon had sent him here. What he couldn't figure out was why everything was in two dimensions. After all, how could you travel in space if there wasn't that extra third dimension anywhere in the cosmos?
He missed Willow. He missed three-dimensional life. He hoped Professor Farnsworth discovered a way to send him back.
"Hey, Oz!" Fry said as he and Bender sidled up to him. "What're you up to?"
"Penny for your thoughts," Bender said. He chugged down half of a bottle of beer, then turned and belched fire onto the street. A hovering car swerved to avoid it.
Oz glanced up at the ships whizzing by over New New York. "Just missing my old life."
"Yeah, I know how that is, suddenly being in a whole other millennia and all," Fry said.
Oz knew he did, but it wasn't the same. Fry didn't regret it. Oz did.
He'd return some day. Until then, he had a job as a member of the Planet Express crew.