It loops. This is a place he's never been, and when he closes his eyes, he feels himself spin. Against the rotation of the Earth he twirls, toppling and slamming into the natural flow of time that is here obstructed, a cartoon - esque fall with many bumps and bashes like a little Jerry caught in a hamster wheel turning much too fast. It's nauseating. It hurts. When he opens his eyes to find a horizon, he sees a little girl instead. He's intruded, he realizes, in a little pocket, and she might fair well be the young guardian ready to remove the odd one out. She feels old, though. He smiles. " Hullo. Can't be here? "












