The building was different; younger, and seemingly missing objects that had been there for ages and less rusted from the centuries. Sonny looked down to the whirring Chronosphere and inquisitively lifted it up and inspected the object.

Sonny walked back to his vehicle, a floating bike-like device that hummed deeply as it sat there. He placed his collections from the various places he had traveled in a compartment beneath the seat, climbed on, floated about fifteen feet off the ground and took off at immense speeds. By forests, and overflowed rivers; through overgrown towns, old highways, and ruined cities. Off the coast of the continent and over the dark ocean he sped toward his destination. A place Mother has deemed Atlantis.