It's been some hours, by now. The sun is sinking below the horizon, whatever sun and horizon mean at Milliways.

Enjolras doesn't hesitate. The vidscreen appears, and a golden dog's nose touches No. An instant later, the dog is gone, and a golden-haired man is standing on the grass instead.

(And a slight tension in his shoulders relaxes an instant later. He doesn't regret any of his decisions today, and he enjoyed it in a way, but he's glad to be back to himself.)