"Pocket dimensions?" Lip says, knowing it sounds like bullshit, "It's um... quantum physics. Like, alternate dimensions. It's like... everything that's ever happened, is happening all at the same time. So I've been here for a year, but I was back home too, at the same time."

Lip reaches into his jacket pocket for the keys to the apartment, unlocking the door when they finally reach the door.

Jesus, he can barely remember the last time he saw Fiona. It was the morning he told her to sort her shit out, before the hearing that he guesses eventually got her the loud as shit ankle accessory.