Yeah. I really have no clue myself.

My wife was saying the CS5 has the 3d tools built into it. So she is pretty excited about the things she should be able to do when she is learns how to use it, and what or the nobs and buttons do. But that will take some time me thinks

As the creature steps on some of the spheres, they burst into blinding blue-white light for a moment, causing it to lose balance and stumble into the wall of a building.

Flitting like doves from her hands and sailing serenely through the air, half a dozen brightly gleaming, spiked spheroids find homes for themselves, embedded in the surrounding buildings' facades.

Watching with devilish pleasure, Andy resumes her pell-mell scramble away from the beast.

Fors seeks out and consults with Father Herring, returning some little while later.  Seems they've gotten turned around and are being chased back towards Bear Market, of all places.  We can get ahead of them, if we're very quick and very lucky.

Things are more concrete in the actual land of the dead, but trust me when I say that you'd not want to be caught there.  This is a no man's land, whereas that realm is a never-ending battle between the extremes of order and chaos, and neither one willingly bears up that which has no immediate use.

Yeah, fighting a dragon in a basement and being stuck as a cat does it for me. I must say you folks make life interesting. One thing, you said this place had shifted. How in the worlds could that be, even here?

Chuckling gently to himself, he turns and sights upon the spire.  Curious, it's shifted a little north of where it was - let's get a move-on lest we lose it altogether!  Ducking into alleys and down side streets to avoid wider thoroughfares as much as possible, soon the trio reaches a large Catholic-style Mission.  Fors hurries to make the necessary introductions, and soon a hoary-looking Father Herring arrives and escorts the team to the building's refectory.  Fors examines the available fare and nods.

It's... well, it's nothing fancy, but water and trail bread do keep well on this side of the Gauntlet.  It won't harm us, and it'll still our bellies.  I don't know about you, Adamas, but Tink and I haven't eaten in some time now... and there's something about questing through another's mind and then the land of the dead that encourages hunger.

Fors proceeds to shamelessly feed his face.

I know the feeling Tink. I fully admit after we get out of here I'm gonna hop on my bike, head into the woods, and have a nice, quiet freak-out.