A new subway entrance has opened in Charlotte, North Carolina. There are no records of a new entrance there being built or approved, or even proposed.
But there it stands, a sign reading "SUBWAY" and a flight of stairs downward.
… If it takes a really long time, he'll go sit back down and play a game, intermittently looking up again.
Lights continue to drift slowly by. One seems to pass much closer to the car, a bright white covering a lot of the window, there only for a few seconds. After that, the window returns to showing only the slow passage of distant dots of light.
Okay, well, he's not going to look out of the car quite as much now because he'd rather not get blinded if there's an even brighter one.
This is so weird.
More lights pass by, a few close enough to be visible as very large dots, but not filling the window.
Can he get any more information from the dots, while carefully not looking straight at them? Are they solid white up close or do they have more detail than that?
He continues checking for water.
The dots are solidly white, possibly brighter at the centers than the edges.
There is no water outside of his body.
… He considers, for a bit, but decides he's been without a weapon for too long.
A small cut opens up on his finger, and a quantity of blood leaves his body quite readily through it.
It's slightly disgusting, but it's better than being unprepared. He's not sure what's set to happen to him, through the rest of this trip, and doesn't like the idea of staying unprotected.
The orb floats to a seat a little further away.
Dots continue to brightly pass the windows.
The car continues to pass by the dots.
After about an hour and a half of this, no new dots come into view and they pass the remaining dots, leaving the windows dark again.
He is getting extremely bored by this point, and has been manipulating the blood in the air to try to take his mind off it.
It's quite soothing, and it takes a moment for him to notice the lack of dots. He looks around in case there's anything else outside instead.
Well. Okay, ugh.
Hopefully the orb isn't too creeped out by him and his blood manipulation, because he doesn't really plan on stopping just yet.
After a while he'll go back to his phone.
After about two more hours of this, the car emerges into light. The car is high above a rocky grey landscape. Plumes of colorful smoke rise from holes in the ground. The sky above is blanketed in churning black and red clouds.
The car comes to a stop at a rocky ledge on a mountain, and the doors slide open.
Does the orb do anything immediately?
The air outside doesn't look particularly breathable.
Tyler waits a moment and then pokes his head out the door and hopes the air is not in fact immediately poisonous and somehow held outside the compartment.
The air smells really strongly of almonds, or maybe cherries. After a few seconds breathing it, he starts to feel dizzy.
He'll stick his head back in the compartment then.
Is it weirdly somehow filtered on the inside?
Well, the air here doesn't smell like much of anything, and his head starts to clear.
Is the air directly outside the compartment visibly different or is it only further afield that it clearly changes?
The air around the car might be a little bit thicker, but there isn't a clear line between the air outside and inside.
And it's not clear where a boundary is if he tries feeling for it?
He messes with a bit of the blood, trying to separate out the water from the 'impurities'. With the liquid that remains, seeming a lot more like water as expected, he puts some of it outside the subway car, seeing if it does anything in particular.