[image description: medium shot of sigfrido as he pauses in the doorway, still not looking at janet, but no longer looking at the time machine. perhaps he’s taking in the decor, of which there is technically none apart from the striking redness of it all (aside from the wooden door, the beige carpet, and the currently offscreen yellow shell sconce). “no, you said,” the elderly gent begs to differ. “i just didn’t contradict you.”]
