On the eleventh floor, Wyatt Cain suddenly finds himself staring out from a completely unfamiliar window. Having been one of the captive residents for seven months now, he really ought have learned to expect the unexpected.

However, being transported from one place to another in the blink of an eye reminds him entirely too much of his Arrival to reprimand himself for a lack of vigilance.

And so, dressed in a plain shirt and pale trousers (as be his wont), he goes in search of others stuck in the same proverbial boat up a certain metaphorical creek as him.