Alex nodded, glancing around... he took a sniff, but didn't detect anything...
At least nothing outrageously noticeable.
Nodding, he began to mumble things to himself, drawing something on a journal he had.
"When I do this, you all NEED to think of us being on the ground, landed! If you can, envision the cam we're at! Everyone get close so we have some physical contact, or something bridging all of us!"
He began muttering, "Falling sands and melting ice, old man aging oh so nice..."
Reaching into his pack, Alex withdrew a metranome, he taking off his hat and focusing intently while he kept the journal steady, setting the metronome to a slower speed... back... and forth... back... and forth...
"Suns to set, and moons to rise, blue to orange to black are the skies
Pendulum swinging to and fro, time's hands never seizing so..."