So, for some reason, there was no fan pushing us down, let alone anything that would keep us from coming up.

Maybe there really was a degree of realism to this world. Y'know, knowing that a huge fan would be impractical, and... well, seemingly magic wasn't around. Reluctantly, I had allowed myself to be carried up by Robert, realising that we wouldn't get forced down.

Rather, we would instead embark on a rescue mission. In the middle of an apocalypse. Created by me. "Some landing, Robert." I said to him, as I stepped on broken glass without any discomfort. Of course he couldn't just lift us up by himself - not even Chance hung around to help. He just zoomed up the building and landed behind us. [i]Oh, just shut up about your apology... we've got bigger problems.[/i] Anyway, the building was just liked I imagined it (though not as dark) - steampunk. Lots of pipe, noise and gears around. [i]Just glue some gears on it, and call it steampunk...[/i] Pretty good song, though the place was actually steampunk. I really didn't want to know how the hell Carl could build a skyscraper with all of this. Maybe there wasn't so much realism to this world. Of course, the steampunk aspect of the building wasn't as exaggerated in this world, with panels in the walls blocking most of the pipes and such. Doors didn't like of steampunk origin too, rather looking like military-grade steel doors with locks. "Man, not only did Carl build such a tower within a day or so, but he did it with all this steampunk tech... it's like he knew the the world was going to shit. I just wonder where he's getting all his coal/fuel from..."

For some reason, I was rather ignorant of the help message. Robert kinda reminded me while I was muttering to myself. "Huh? Oh, sure. It's not like you've got enough energy to carry us up a few more floors, so let's rescue someone while we get up the tower.