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The air was thick. You almost had to swim to move through it. Justin hated Dengher. It was always a tiring journey. Everything that much harder to do. It wasn't just moving around that took more effort, so too was communication. It was as if the words took longer to pass through the air. You could see the words being formed and after a delay you would hear them. The Dengherian at least were pleasant. Just in slow motion.

He only came to Dengher to collect the sperian fuel and it was usually a good two months between visits. As he approached the Ticlig Temple where the markets were, he began to count his money. It was always better to haggle when you knew how much you could actually afford. He had heard that prices were down since the war had ended but he wasn't sure if that would be the case today. Perhaps it would be too early to affect the markets. He had delayed his trip as long as possible hoping to benefit from any price decrease.

Lost in financial considerations, Justin finally arrived at the Temple and entered looking for the sperian fuel merchant. He couldn't see him and so began asking other merchants, all who pointed and directed him to a space that was empty. He looked at the empty space and then he turned back to the last helpful merchant shrugging. The merchant lifted his eyebrows and chin, as if to say "there stupid, look there". Justin turned again and saw nothing. He didn't wanted to turn back for fear of the chin so he walked into the empty space and was suddenly sucked straight through a space so small he thought that he would disappear. He quickly popped out what seemed to be the other end only to crash into the sperian fuel merchant.

"Hey there, man. Looks like you took a little too much Dengherian energy with you. Next time, take it easy. Not so much enthusiasm."

Justin was embarassed and very confused. He wasn't expecting the warp, he hadn't even seen it.