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.
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.
It still hovers above its seat and glows magenta. It looks like it might be reasonably content?
It's a shame he can't contact Relay. Would be interesting to see if the orb has thoughts.
He sighs and gets back to playing games on his phone.
After about ten minutes he looks at the orb again.
If it hasn't moved or changed colors, he'll try saying, "Hi."
"… Do you understand me?" he tries. "I don't understand you, but– uh, if you can change colors at will maybe go darker for 'yes'?"
Games! Woo!
Checking outside intermittently to make sure it's still dark.
Same for checking if he can contact Relay.
After another fifteen minutes, he tries communicating with the orb again.
He doubts it'll work, but maybe it understands some hand gestures? Like a wave?
… He thinks he'll go back to his phone unless the orb continues to communicate, then, because it seems like trying to learn what the different pulses mean will take a lot of effort and he's not sure if the orb is even going to stay on the subway for particularly long.
The weird subway into the void that sort-of-probably abducted him from his home planet.
Ugh.
After about 15 minutes of this, by his phone's clock, tiny far-away pinpricks of light begin appearing amid the darkness through the window.
Little dots of white light, very far away. They're scattered fairly evenly, but some seem to be closer than others. The car seems to be moving past them, some passing out of view at the edge of the window and some new ones coming into view every few seconds.