I look around, starting to adjust to the Polar Elf, only to realize I've returned to my own, and the others to theirs.
Night falls with a thunderous motion, the moon shifts into the west, taking the entire daytime sky along with it, only to be replaced by a nighttime sky lit softly by a radiant sun. I feel dizzy watching it all, as though watching the inside of a globe...
We descend stairs that lead from the floating islands to, finally, some solid ground. We're at water's edge, and I look back to the others.
"Should we continue along the water's edge? Or cross the water to the other side?"
A monster like a spring toy slinks after another group of prisoners; yet another group is pursued by dog-sized bees; and still others are snatched into a fog cloud by some concealed creature's tentacles, as I await their decision.
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)