Jared had to admit it; he was slightly embarrassed about his unfamiliarity with his own zone. As he stepped through the red wall, he realised that he didn’t have a clue about anything below the skyline of the city, and as such was taken aback by the ghost like figures drifting about. This probably would have had a larger impact on him had it not been for the noticeable difference in his power level. His appearance was still the same as it usually was in this form: he could see that he had become slightly transparent and could feel his hair wafting around as if in a breeze. His clothes had changed as well – the red jumpsuit replaced by what appeared to be brown leather leggings and a distinct lack of shirt or shoes.

“Well.” He muttered, “That rules out getting served in any restaurants down here.”

Usually in this form he felt near omnipotent, sensing the air around him for miles as if it were a part of him. This time, however, the radius of his senses had diminished significantly, and he could only feel the currents within half a mile at most. 

Feeling confused and a little bit ashamed, he noticed the girl who had called herself Miriam turn into smoke and fly off, inviting anyone that could keep up to join her. He reckoned she was his best chance of getting his bearings, so decided to follow.
“I think the question’s more whether you can keep up with me!” He called playfully, submitting his body to the winds and floating swiftly past her. Bizarrely, he felt this action tiring him whereas usually he could fly with no effort whatsoever. He was going to have to be careful here in this state.