[Passenger is looking over at them from the counter nodding like yeah, every bird needs a non-bird boyfriend or they'll die, that's just how it works.]

I can't say for certain. Time doesn't pass correctly, [and he pulls his arm back away from Elysium, the metal within his flesh rippling as he tries for the thirtieth time in the last twelve hours to get the Compass to work with him,] nor is the Compass working.

[As is likely obvious. Anyway, he still has his other hand somewhere nebulously on Elysium's hip, completely absentmindedly while he stares down into his wrist.]

I found myself in the forest first, and then on the beach, and then walked back to civilization, then to the lab, and now here. [So it's been. Several days, at the bare minimum.] An oversized burdenbeast with no fur guided me from the seaside to here.