"Well, if the only way is forward, we may as well not fight it."

For now.

Alley grabs onto a railing or doorway with her single hand and steps inside. When reality doesn't do anything fucked up at the transition, she steps out of the way and...

Then steps further out of the way, eyes slightly wide.

Nothing in here looks remotely familiar.

Okay, well, there's seats. Those are familiar. Nothing else, though. The lighting, the screens, the people. The windows are foggier from inside than they should have been, too.