As Zeke stirred, the pair of wings fluttered away calmly. They made use of their slim form and squeezed in the crack of Zeke's closed door, exiting his apartment completely. It was done like a fly entering an open window- not fully aware of where it was going or what it was entering, just seeing an opening and passing through it. Natural, thoughtless. Zeke hustled to the door and opened it, and could just barely make out two bright speckles heading down the road he lived on. He sprinted after it.

The pair of wings was flying leisurely, so Zeke caught up to it in no time. He walked alongside it, amazed. This was the first time he had seen something like this with his own two eyes. Through his dream as Jet Bishop, Zeke had a distant connection to the impossible- now, after just a couple of hours, the impossible had come right through his front door and pinched him awake. He had experienced two different revelations: first, that his wildest dreams were actually out there. Now, his wildest dreams were here. More questions piled onto Zeke's list as he followed the wings in awe.

It soon became apparent that the wings were only following the road by happenstance. Their angle was slightly misaligned with the street, so Zeke had to cross the sidewalk eventually to stay close to it. It fluttered around six feet off the ground, and soon made its way past the street all together and flew into the public park. Here it became harder to follow, as it was seemingly traveling in a straight line to its destinations, with no regard for the path beneath it. Zeke on the other hand had to duck tree branches, hop bushes and wade through the park's cute little lake. He had considered going around, but feared he might loose the tiny creature if he did. He was already around three miles away from his home, he wasn't going to give up now. 

Zeke emerged from the water and thought for a second. Only then did he ask himself: "What is the plan here?" He wasn't ready for this. It felt so natural to just keep going, getting used to his body and following the wings and diving deep into whatever rabbit hole it led him down. Zeke wanted to be that guy, the fearless adventurer who strolled into the belly of the beast and out with its heart. But as he felt the cold water on his skin, Zeke was brought back to reality. He saw the wings flap further and further away from him.

And then he saw it. What the pale pair of wings was flying towards. It was like a reflective rock, hanging one foot off the ground. "Rock" wasn't the best word to describe it, it was just the closest approximation Zeke had in his vocabulary. Sometimes it would appear solid and rigid, sometimes it would appear light and airy like a bubble. Light hit it from a thousand different angles and with every different angle a new vibrant color shone out from the rock. It grew and shrunk, waxed and waned seemingly at random. It would spread out in thick, watery globules, stringy lines would zig and zag forth and contract again. It was the most interesting thing Zeke had ever laid eyes on.

When the pair of wings hit it, it passed straight through. It left a small ripple where it had passed through, and was nowhere to be seen. Zeke waited a few seconds, ran around to the other side to see if the pair of wings would pass right through. Nothing came out. Zeke evaluated the impossibility in front of him. It was large enough that if he jumped right into it, dead in the center, Zeke knew his whole body could fit through. 

In that instant Zeke threw away his previous reservations. "Sure I'm not that guy" Zeke thought, headed in the direction opposite the rock-like-thing. "Yeah I've got no idea what I'm doing. I'm probably in over my head. But this morning I've felt more alive than in the past two months combined. I've thought more, I've seen more, I've done more." He turned around and broke into a sprint. "This is probably a deeper rabbit hole than I can imagine. But I gotta take it one bite at a time." Zeke put his right foot in front of his left and pushed off, shoving his hands forwards and diving straight for whatever the pair of wings had entered.