Felix tried to fly as high as he could and as far as he could, just to be sure. Didn't work.

He slept, to check and this isn't his home universe. He is away from home and lost. No one he loves is even going to miss him, because there is not going to be anything to miss. There will be a fork left behind.

He dreamed up a bit of pocket dimension to house himself because the vast desert was not a comfortable place to cry on.

But after crying for a good part of a day he resigned himself to at least try build a life here in this strange universe. His dreamshaping happily informed him of many, many species of people around. Not to mention robots, faster than light travel and many other wonders. He also discovered an unexplained translation power, but he is too weak to speculate about it.

Instead he just flies to the nearest settlement that where he can find a way to a city of some sort.

Absently, he wonders if he is an unusual sight. Perfectly human looking, except for the red-orange wings, wearing nice but practical gear and carrying a hovering container that could easily pass for luggage of some sort (and in reality hides his fountain).

Felix does not look like he spent the past while crying, but he does look openly miserable.