Bruce stumbled upon something…a sewer grate, or some sort of pipe. He falls…hard. Water is rushing through it, making the steel cool to the touch.

But why is it all the way in nothingness?

Bruce forgets the pain of smacking his head on the steel as he begins trying to uncover some sort of gear mechanism…something that might open the pipe.

He barely budges it…but something deeply intricate in this opening clicks…loudly…echoing throughout the innards of the pipe, and resounding into the desert…and the pipe begins to open…slowly…mechanically…until there’s nothing but black inside.