Seeing the other refugees taking refuge in the bureau is a relief. Some others are still out there, having a good time fighting the robots.

He's in front of a fancy laptop, writing up lessons. He's dressed up in a fancy suit for work as a college professor when the dimensional shift happened when he needs to go to work...and he ends up here. "I don't drink."

But he looks up, "A cookout you say? Is it time to eat?"