As they step through they come out on the 19th floor.
The sound of hard wood floor CREACKING.
Zander looks down and can see what would be the same as the boardwalks of Earth like one would find in the old west or in modern day California. He takes another step and that old familiar sound comes again. "Babe, this is the sounds of my many summers spent in a state on my old planet called California. The waters where always warm, the wind was always just a tease of a mistress, and street magicians abounded to fleece you of your money." He BREATHS in deeply and is greeted by the saltly smell in the air just like home.
'Zander why did you never take me to the beach. You suck, partner'.
'I never though you wanted to go. Besides work ruled our lives, remember'.
'I'm a lady and ladies like romantic stuff like that.' She shocks Zander.
'What the fuck! You bitch'.
