No. No. Nothing was happening at the end of April. That was impossible and clearly some big lie made up by the alleged passing of impossible time.

Summer oh-so-innocently, really, truly, took a moment to stretch out, arms over her head, arching her back, to, you know, get out the drowsiness of spending her morning in the sun with booze.

"In space," she added, "I think. I'm gonna find us a nice space beach."