Henry sat with his knees tucked up towards his chest and his head resting in his arms as he waited for the world to make sense again, the ground beneath him was constantly changing, lights and images flickered in the corner of his eyes.
A jungle, a dessert, a prison, the inside of an airship, the void of space-
It all stopped. Henry felt cold, hard marble flooring through the fabric of his pants. A wooden pole landed on his head with a clatter. He shoved the pole, in the dim lighting he could see it was a broom, off him and stood up. He was in a closet neatly stocked with cleaning supplies. He looked around, and after a moment of hesitation, opened the door.
A hallway, a plain white hallway with red carpet rolled out over the marble floor and high ceilings spoke of a level of luxury Henry hadn't seen since that one time he turned the Toppat Space Station into a resort. Absentmindedly brushing some dust off of his black turtleneck, Henry checked for any sign that he'd been heard. Both ends of the hallway rounded corners into other areas of the building.
Henry hummed in thought, he could go explore wherever he had ended up, or he could go back into the broom closet and not deal with whatever curveball fate threw at him this time.