Tyler IV teleported home early from work to the house he shared with his beloved Cleopatra Delta.

The house was silent. Except for sounds of heavy breathing and whirring emanating from their bedroom.

Cocking his head to one side, Tyler IV crept silently to the bedroom door and then flung it open.

What was their bedroom was replaced with a bright mirrored room crammed with dozens of stationary bikes mounted by sweaty women furiously cycling to nowhere. Tyler IV slammed the door on the sweat fumes. Spin class?

“Cleo, honey? The teleporter is on the fritz again. Honey?”