"Yeah, I can't really go back home without him," says Ellen with a bit of a smile.

Ellen's room is... um. Well, some Milliways rooms look like standard Holiday Inn-type rooms, and some look moderately swank, and some look like something from the room list at the Madonna. Even from just inside the door, Ellen's room looks more like something out of a submarine- narrow, metal-walled, with a blue-blanketed single bed physically attached to the wall opposite a recessed set of shelves and a desk. Dogmeat ducks past Ellen and immediately curls himself up alongside the bed; Ellen just backs up a few steps to make some more breathing room.

"Somebody's going to ask what happened to him if I do. Thank you. I hope he helped."