Rowan grunted. "Nononononono. This can't be real..." His boxes collapsed, leaving him on the floor. He panicked, and a column of blocks shot him out of the opening on the top. He tumbled and then stopped, the effort breaking his pincer-like baton in half. He gritted his teeth, re-sculpting the baton. Rowan nodded to Sky. "What the hell is this? What does this mean?" Rowan looked around. "E-eh?" But then the sound hit him, toppling the lad upon the ship. His hair splayed out now that the hood fell back. His baton fell from his hands, and suddenly the world faded from his view. He was unconscious.