<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">"Let me look around."</span><br/><br/>He walked around the throne and gear frame. Taking a moment to shift the crystal lens in front of her. The crystal turned cloudy and began to static up, like an old vacuum tube that needed to have the antenna aligned properly. It caused a tingle to run down Penelope's spine but Jason wasn't aware of that. He walked behind the throne and saw a dial; except it looked like the rotary dial of an old telephone. The numbers were engraved in a bronze face and the turning plate was carved out of silver. The engraved numerals had been filled with some kind of reddish crystal, ones that were starting to glow.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">"Found a phone dial thing back here. Think we should just call 911?"</span><br/><br/>He didn't stop to think about it. He just turned the dial to nine and watched it click back to zero. Unaware that the tingle was growing stronger for Penelope with each number. It didn't take long to swish the two ones through and have them click back; and the last number caused the crystal screen to suddenly lock into brilliant focus. The image of Penelope laying in a bed, hooked to an IV with her Neural Dive Helmet wrapped around her head appeared.<br/><br/>The clock faces were all chiming and the hands were spinning wildly. Bits of static electricity surging off the faces and crackling to form a strange door made of sparks behind the crystal lens. Like the rectangle had become a window, or a projector screen that was sending out the outline of a door. Hissing and snapping as the mini-lightning bolts surged around to form a glowing blood doorway.<br/><br/>Jason ducked his head from behind the throne and blurted the first thing that came to mind.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)"> "Well fuck." </span>