Dialog

It was, it is, it will be. And you, my fellow, shall find your way…eventually. So you can start your end.

(Cupping his mouth and yelling upwards) Form and Focus, my fellow! And never forget…! 

(Panicked) Uh…Möbius!! Is this supposed to happen?!?

(With a wide grin) It is birthing, my fellow. Best I get back to it, yes?

Is this a joke to you? Nobody…

(Calmly) Do as I instructed, and the suit will find the proper streams, and keep you from repeating your prior haphazard journeys. Just stay airborne, do not trigger the dark terrors or flaming pits, run afoul of the cliffs or eddies, or cross any rabble rousers.

(Growling) No. More. Waiting. Either this works, or I will…

Only a construct. You know that. Let others suffer with its relativity. (Turns to face the man – a big smile on his face) Whether you catch this one or the next, you will…

Damn your caution, Möbius! I have spent way too many years in places I don’t belong! Time is…

(Without looking back) Calm your nerves, my fellow. We must not be hasty or rash.