Suddenly, the festive scene takes a turn, when an unnatural gust of wind howls down from above. The powerful burst of air tosses food, blankets, plates, and even a few people off the ground to scatter them around the lawn. The crowd’s collective confusion lingers for a moment, until someone lets loose a shrill scream.
Despite the high heat and humidity, thousands of Fourth of July celebrators are packed in tight, using blankets, coolers and flags to stake claim to almost every inch of green grass.
It was, it is, it will be. And you, my fellow, shall find your way…eventually. So you can start your end.
The resulting upward wind throws Möbius off his feet and onto his ass. He just casually props himself back up on his elbows, returns his goggles back atop his forehead, and rests in silence on the hard alleyway concrete for almost a minute while peering up at the now perfectly calm 31st century night sky.
Having consumed its prize, the purplish gooey edges of the tear sizzle and crackle then fold back in on itself. The rip disappears even faster than it appeared, sucking up a large gust of air from the earth as it does.
Before the warning is concluded, the twisting colors of the other-side surges outward and slurps up the body suit man. Within seconds, he becomes just a sparkle traveling within one of the colliding rainbow beams.
Now floating several meters off the ground, the Body Suit Man’s elastic fabric is alive with flashing lights, as its circular bands spin rapidly around his arms and legs. Rising higher and higher, ever closer to the colorful sea in the sky, he looks down to Möbius for any last minute reassurance.
