The particles that made up my yellow safety suit morphed into little floating blue squares, faster and faster until the squares consumed it. Consumed me. Then everything whisked upward, squares, me, everything, except my stomach. It seemed to have stayed behind because I wanted to retch but couldn't.

There was no up and down, no sights or smells, just the extreme sense of movement. Fast transport. Almost instantaneous, because shimmering blue squares waved in the distance ...