In the desert between times.
There's a brief sensation of falling.
Thankfully, the landing is padded by sand. Lots and lots of sand, stretching out as far as the eye can see in all directions, aside from the occasional hill blocking the view.
Sensors, enhanced senses, even normal senses and survival skills say the same thing - there's nothing there, no water for miles. Just sand.
Well, sand, and around one of the dunes, the smell of fresh coffee and fresh baked muffins.
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