(He expands to take in the building, and—stops, dizzily. There's more of it than there should be, folded into less space. Past the back door is a lake. Past the window is vacuum; he knows what that feels like and has never yet been bored enough to try crossing it. Past the door he came in is... precisely nothing; his awareness stops about halfway through the wood. Can't even get past through the cracks.)
A salt-shaker on a nearby table explodes, flinging salt and glass shards in all directions. The scattered grains on the surface of the table spell out the word:
no subject
(He expands to take in the building, and—stops, dizzily. There's more of it than there should be, folded into less space. Past the back door is a lake. Past the window is vacuum; he knows what that feels like and has never yet been bored enough to try crossing it. Past the door he came in is... precisely nothing; his awareness stops about halfway through the wood. Can't even get past through the cracks.)
A salt-shaker on a nearby table explodes, flinging salt and glass shards in all directions. The scattered grains on the surface of the table spell out the word: