He gulped and planted his hands on his knees. Seated as if a man contemplating many wisdoms at a freaky silvery coastline, he waited to see if he'd turn into something weird, vomit and die, or start seeing weird shit.

The seconds ticked by. Minutes. But as he casually eyed the landscape that stretched for miles, all looking as identical as the rest, the realization sank in that nothing happened.

He'd been silent for 20 minutes. "Stomach feels good. Thoughts feel good. It shows us weird shit but it tastes like regular old water. Not like crisp fresh water, just... water."

He squinted. "So I have a weird theory, and it's gonna sound dumb, but... d'you, uh, have other special powers or somethin' you never told anybody about?"