Don't know. Don't really care, either. Probably off to the sordid world of international baked bread to find the mythical perfect toast time. [ Dirk looks away for a minute - really, just his eyes shift. There's a pneumatic hiss and suddenly the apartment is in full lockdown mode. Nothing culd possibly hope to breach the sanctity of the Strider household when he's got this shit engaged.

No one will ever say he's not a paranoid boy. ]