[i]Abraham, arriving at the museum[/i]

Directional travel is a fascinating thing. No matter how many times he experienced it, Abraham still never got over the thrill of literally traveling between dimensions. When one thinks about it, it's the ultimate thrill; It requires you to literally breach the wall between dimensions, and travel through that breach into a completely different world, one that might be radically different from your own. He supposed that was why he chose his job; Working for a multiversal delivery service meant that he got to travel between worlds all the time.

This time, however, the job was a bit different. He didn't really know where he was going, though the client had offered up a series of coordinates as a suggested starting place. Additionally, he wasn't using his usual transportation. In its place was a sleek gunmetal gray motorcycle outfitted to travel between dimensions. But for all that was different, when he gunned the engine and raced towards the approaching gray square that would take him to his destination, he felt that same rush of excitement. He rode through the threshold at several dozen miles per hour, grinning as it spat him out-

Into clear, fresh air. The motorcycle's wheels touched down on pavement, and he slowed to a stop, taking in his surroundings as his coat tails began to settle once more. He was on a hill, and on a less used road, by the look of it. There was no traffic in sight, in fact, there wasn't a soul in sight from his perch. Looking to the horizon, he seemed to be on an island... A more populated region looked to be a kilometer or so to his north, a large building the center of a clarge cluster of slightly smaller ones. The town looked very much like a resort town, but that building seemed off... Frowning, he pulled his phone from his pocket, entering his coordinates into his company's database. Maybe he could find out where he was. Almost instantly, a hit came up, and Abraham's eyes widened slightly.

[i]Why was I told to start looking[/i] here[i]?[/i]

After a moment's silence, he put it away again, laning forward and beginning to drive towards the populated area, accelerating as he went. He wasn't going to get any answers by standing around.

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Reaching the parking lot of what the entrance sign informed him was a museum, he pulled into a parking space, switching off the motorcycle and withdrawing the key from the ignition. He dismounted in a single, smooth motion, tightening his coat around him. Truthfully, it was a bit too warm for it, but he was loathe to take it off. He might lose it if he did that. Flipping down the kickstand, he reached around to the back of the machine, picking up the silver briefcase from where it was secured, before turning his attention to the building.

It was an imposing sight. At least, it was for he and others aware of the multiverse. It was a collection of artifacts from the war that [i]everyone[/i] knew, the one conflict that was ubiquitous in all the worlds one might visit. The people here thought it was a gimmick... But others knew better. Taking a deep breath, he began walking towards the lobby.

But even from a distance, he could tell that something wasn't quite right... The view of the lobby seemed far too red-tinted to be accurate.

Perhaps it was an aesthetic choice.

That made sense.

His rationalization continued as he pushed open the door, briefcase held tightly in his right hand.