"Oh, good. Threaten to set the bed on fire with me and Phoebe in it," Anders said dryly. "You're obviously not our Bel."

Of course, that begged the question of whether Phoebe was Phoebe.

Although she seemed to recognize him at least, so . . .

"Okay, so it's not me who woke up in the wrong version of everything this time." He looked mildly exasperated, but relieved.