You're in a freezer in Fitness Acropolis. A huge, decayed, granite table sits alone in the centre of the room and loosely scattered newspapers are floating around.
You're on the deck of a hovercraft in Harbour of the Junks. Floating groups of small, periwinkle lights dance about and here the atmosphere feels damp.
You're outside a dry cleaners in The Airfield of Instructors. Floating groups of small, scarlet lights dance about and a dense, hazel fog blankets the area.
You're outside a hotel in The Funds Estates. Boat traffic gently floats through canals of rouge coloured water and ruined gold bricks poke out through the ground.