The window looked out to his small car sitting alone in the hotel’s parking area. He might have concern for it’s safety but he would not be traveling with it ever again. For that matter he would never see the deep red colored mound of metal and he found himself strangely depressed by this fact. Turning away from the window and shutting the blinds he left it behind him.
Putting a small metal sphere snuggly inside his ear he stood in the exact center of the room. He had measured it for this exact moment as he had only one chance to catch his departing flight. Nothing could be off be even the smallest intriguer.
The sphere began to pulsate. The dark of the room was blasted away by the neon glow of a long tubular bridge leading to a place beyond this world. A place he used to call home and with one step he would be once again. Death. Ascension. Removal. Transport. Shifting.
The journey meant nothing as long as he was home when it ended.
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