#glob help us all...

The purple bunny had never been so annoyed in his entire life. Why? Why was everything so… WEIRD right now?!

The Circus was gone. The other characters are… gone. Even Caine and his weird little sidekick seemed to have hightailed it. He knew that whole situation was NOT going to blow over so easily, but that was ridiculous!

'… Well, moron… you did want to be alone. Got your stupid little wish, didn't you…?'

… He hadn't stopped to count, and there was no easy way to keep track, but Jax figured that he'd been floating around in the… stupid Void Place for at least a week(?). Eh, more or less. A few days on the last slab of floor from the Circus, and (when the silence and thinking pressed in on his confused, lonely mind just enough) the rest of the time swimming, then rocketing, in air to move. Anywhere. Somewhere. Just… not here.

Jax hated swimming, anyway. Water was fine. Pools are fine. But after a few rough play fights at the pool, and the weirdness of the showers… Naw. Swimming was for fish. He was human.

He thought he was human. Then he thought he was a character in a show. He… He didn't know what to think, now.

'… Thank goodness I figured out the rocket-feet thing. Forget swimming, yeesh…'

And good thing they had all started to figure out that… 'conjuring' stuff Kinger had been on about. Even if the chess piece had only just mentioned it and even if it was only mentioned to him in passing, Ol' Screwball had opened up some very interesting possibilities. And also, he'd have nothing in the immediate other than waving his arms around like a rowboat and hoping for at least two inches a push.

After that convenient line of thought, he had… he started wondering... What happened to the others? What happened… to Caine? What happened… to… the Abstractions?

No. Nope. Nuh-uh. He couldn't stop to think too deeply on… anything. NOT an option. Thought equals spiral. Spiral equals death. No thoughts. No death. Simple as. Keep moving… But… But what if… what if… …

He shook it off. "If… If I'm fine, then they're fine. I mean, if any of us had died, there wouldn't be… anything left. W-would there?"

'Why… Why do I care? Why… do they care about me? This is stupid. Should have just rotted to nothing on that slab… should have jus-'

Then… it hit him. Or, that is to say, he hit it. In that endless sea of static, bright light, weird cubes, and nothing, he had hit a semi-visible, reflective… something. And, well, the logical response was to kick it, right? Which was answered in the usual style that kicking a solid, heavy object would give; it hurt. It hurt his little bunny foot and pissed him off to no end for about half-a-minute.

Along with being quite solid, it was also quite massive. Jax had tried backing off to find an edge or an entrance and it just stretched… nigh-forever. In every direction.

It was smooth to the touch, this weird wall. Like metal-smooth. Flawless. Machined. And nary a seam, crack, or crevice to lend to his nimble fingers. If there was anything Jax knew how to do, expertly, it was break things. And this tin can was not gonna to crunch easily…

Just as he thought this, a seam of light appeared near the area he was inspecting, with a pop and a click and a mechanical whirl. More bright light and smoke? Steam? Billowed out and around him. He had to tilt his flats of his feet back and 'jet' some to stay even remotely in place from the force.

"Ha HAAAAAA, JACK-… pot?"

Jax had no idea what to expect when he looked inside. He just suspected that he wanted in.