The first time they turned, the sky darkened. After the second turn, the grass was higher. A dragonfly the size of crow drifted past them, wings buzzing before they made the third turn and it vanished. Something bumped past the bottom of the boat, rocking it in the water, and Rachel swallowed. A slow sweep around to their left completed the transition, as the sky brightened again overhead.
"Okay," said Gaunt uncertainly. "That was..."
"What the hell was that?" asked Steve the Sheriff's Deputy. He looked like a man trying very hard not to be scared and failing badly.
"I don't know," Cloudburst admitted. "Tempest?"
She shook her head. "I study Anomalies and our powers, not otherworldly travel."
"Okay," said Cloudburst. "First things first. Gaunt, can you get us back out?"
He swallowed, looked around, and then nodded. "Yes, whatever we just did, it's a two-way path."
"Good. Next, can you sense Florida Man clearly now?"
Gaunt nodded immediately this time. "Yeah, he's right over there."
He was pointing to a nearby hillock of some sort, rising out of the water in the midst of the flooded grasslands. There was a man on top of it with a red-and-white cooler beside him, and he'd turned to look down at them before finishing his beer and chucking the empty bottle into the grass behind him.
"Oh, no," said Rachel, the park ranger. "Oh, no no no no no."
"Holy shit," said Tempest. "It's huge."
Cloudburst lowered her gaze, and realized what they were all staring at: Florida Man was standing on the back of a giant alligator.
"Try not to disturb my friend," he shouted, as Rachel powered down the fan. "If he moves, I'll probably lose the cooler."
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