"Alright! The first hope I've seen in over a decade—if I'm going to go crazy, I might as well go all the way!" Will let out a deep sigh, then looked at Aaron. "How are we getting there? Didn't you bring transportation? Where is it?"
"You'll be surprised." Aaron rubbed the Spatial Ring on his left hand, and a dark blue carpet appeared before them. "Ahem! Allow me to formally introduce it: a flying carpet, or Flying Carpet for short. Though I prefer to call it the Magic Carpet.
It took me forever to get my hands on it, and it cost me a fortune!"
"If you had this thing, why did you make me ride a motorcycle here?" Coulson said speechlessly. Riding a flying motorcycle was pretty cool, sure, but driving nonstop for several hours was not particularly kind to his legs.
"When we came, we needed to announce our arrival to this world, so we had to make a little noise. There's no need for that when we leave."
Coulson smiled helplessly. Everything depended on Aaron now, so he had nowhere to vent his frustrations.
"Come aboard, everyone.
This may be the most fantastical experience of your lives.
Friendly reminder: don't stand on it if you can help it. Keep your center of gravity low, or you might fall off." Aaron was the first to leap onto the Magic Carpet floating in midair. The other three exchanged glances before stepping on as well.
The Magic Carpet rose slowly and flew steadily toward the coordinates Aaron had indicated.
"Desert terrain. No signs of life." Aaron looked down at the sand below. "It's hard to imagine you survived on this planet for over a decade."
"Not survived—endured," Will said gravely. "This planet has water, though it isn't very clean. It