I’m caught up in a whirlwind flung in a second starside.


Flippantly enabled, I’m up in low earth orbit.


I’m sporting a windbreaker and my favorite pair of Sevens.


I’m floating, not falling.


The exposure of celestial wind winds my desire for a new location for my day.


So, I settle on dropping myself somewhere tropical.


Boom!


I’m immediately standing on the ground in a rainy city seems to be London.


This isn’t what I wanted.


I’m passing Hyde Park and suddenly the sound of whirling air begins again.


I’m hearing it get closer, but I’m feeling the earth shaking more than anything.


Roaring into view, trees are flying outwards to clear the path.


A 30 story building is moving at around 200 mph in my direction.


I’m frozen.


Screaming and hulking the beast passes just by me, and I’m caught up in the force of its passing.


No!


This building has a gravity field reorienting your gravitational pull.


You begin falling toward the night black glass surface.


The grey low flying clouds reflected into my eyes.


I’m landing harshly on the brick clouds, walking across the surface of air like a placid lake.


Stooping to make sense of my circumstance, my hand landed on a handle.


Press here written in backlit green.


A press and my hand is being held.


A pressurized door releases, and within is a victorian mansion.


You’ve found the express to anywhere.


Check in and enjoy your stay.