The dimension he's in isn't... too unpleasant. Besides the giant, vibrant mushrooms that leak some sort of toxic waste and some giant, house-sized creatures that look to be a mix of a cat and grasshopper, it was rather tame. However, that didn't stop Ford from keeping his guard up. These dimensions were full of tricks, full of dangers.

As he walked, the red rope he had attached to his ankle pulled against the ground. It brought him a small sense of safety as it connected him to a pillar outside of the portal in the real world. Ford made sure to keep his eyes on it, making sure nothing broke it.

Anxiety crept up his spine as he walked around. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching him. Though that wasn't an uncommon feeling in these dimensions. Still, it freaked him out.

Constantly, Ford turned and twisted, looking for the source of his discomfort, though he could never quite find it, though he swore he could see a shadow dart between the mushrooms or trees out of the corner of his eyes.

He stopped in a clearing, his fingers drumming on the cover of his journal before he opened it and began to write, adding to the notes he'd been taking on this dimension earlier.

Besides the giant cat-grasshoppers (cathoppers?) and the giant, toxic mushrooms, this dimension is quite pleasant. However, I cannot help but feel like something is watching me...

When Ford looks up, he's shocked to find the source of his discomfort. You.

His hand hovers over the gun strapped to his hip, his hand clutching his book. "Who.. or what are you?"