[Gaheris doesn't remember the plane when he steps onto it, either thanks to the machine or the events that have passed. The murder of his captain. The passing of a whole 300 years in an instant. The Plane, if it was this version of Gaheris that was ever on it, feels like a distant memory.

So he gets this confusion all over again.] Every time I think I'm getting used to the universe it finds at least one other way to be utterly perplexing. [He stares down at the lack-of-floor, before walking over to the kiosk and collecting his information with an aggrieved, long-suffering sigh.]

Now, all I need to find are the size-altering consumables with appropriate directions, wherever they've been left. [He folds the pamphlet after a quick perusal and tucks it into his leather vest.] Is there anyone here?