[ Everything around Eclipse and Mars seems to distort, stretch away from them, and then melt. Sound and light bend as if refracted through water, and then: a moment of absolute darkness, with nothing to be seen or heard or felt.

And then, they land back in Tokyo-F. Well, no - it's busier, brighter, contorted. Certainly, if this is Tokyo-F, it's not the city as anyone knows it. Everything glows, every last window blazing with kaleidoscopic light, wrought iron and stained glass in all the windows. In the shadows cast from the light, the street is still filled with those who aren't quite occupying the same space as Mars and Eclipse - black outlines that jostle them with their heat as they go past, like walking past a furnace but without tangibility you can reach out and touch. Their silhouettes are something like people. The sky shudders with stars - none of them still in their celestial orbits. Vertigo will overcome the two of them, causing their stomachs to lurch if they look up at any of it.

There is a television on, somewhere. They can hear singing, and a broadcasting of what sounds like a bit of the last game.

There is a map in front of them, showing them where they currently are. There is one building marked on it to their north, that glows brightly and conscpiciously. ]