He looks over to the thing as they walk, but there's virtually nothing to see. And he can tell there's no point trying to make conversation.

So he walks, and waits, and tries not to hear the beep of the monitor as his heart-rate rises.

The fog clears, and they're standing in front of a small house. Nothing more than a hut, really. He turns to see what else is there - but there isn't anything. The place stands at the base of a mountain, on the edge of a plain, and there isn't another habitation within sight.

And there's a lot of space left empty. From the vegetation, and the steppes, he'd guess this was China, or somewhere similar. Not America, not Canada. Not Europe.

He swallows hard. The sky is low with cloud, and dusk is well under way. There isn't a sound. His hands fold over each other, and tighten.

'Nothing to see, huh? We could go?'

There's a light in the window, though. And he really, really, doesn't want to go and look.