He walks. It doesn't feel as though they're indoors. It feels as though they're underground. A cave structure? The walls are flat, sturdy. Manmade. Perhaps they're in someone else's domain, but he doesn't think so. He can will himself out of another's domain. Here, it's—

Unusual. As though the tether which links him to the Singularity is stretched taut. Or is that only his imagination?

He lights another torch as they pass by it. Just to keep track of where they've been. He steps over a rat scurrying past.

"This isn't mine," he replies flatly. Why the hell would this be his? "Are there any other incorrect assumptions you'd like to make or are we finished?"