Van sat on Dottie’s bed, which was narrow and hard. Dottie’s high-tech eco-room was creeping him out. This was like the home of some alternate Dottie from a bad Star Trek episode. Dottie’s tight, virginal sheets had tiny blue flowers. Dottie had a small, oval-shaped, Energy Star fridge. She had a hot plate and a pretty teapot on top of her bamboo clothes drawer.