Meanwhile Jingyi continues doing what he can to keep the increasingly heavy fog lifted enough away from where his friend works, to not obscure his vision. The voidtrain feels less like it's shaking apart now, and the fog has a secondary effect of blocking out the views through the windows, leaving distorted, softened colours dancing through.

He grits his teeth, tail lashing behind him, stirring the fog up before it settles down again.

"At some point it's going to start raining again," he calls out. "Sorry, there's just so much water, and the fog's trapped in here with us."