Noah shuddered (if his bodiless awareness could shudder), and responded. _YES.

Light, smell, and other stimuli appeared, and Noah was rushing outward again, falling into the starlit constellations of the northern skies. He saw the earth get smaller, vanishing into a faint blue pixel as he sped outside the system. Faster and faster he went, until even the sun became nothing but a pinpoint of yellow light lost in the black, the only evidence of its importance (if indeed only to him) was the faint swamp green line that tethered him to its insignificant third planet.

Stars shifted, forming strange new patterns that seemed oddly familiar, but he thought nothing of it. Everything seemed oddly familiar, and he thought nothing of significance.
I never knew space had a smell. Like lilac and death.

By no conscious means he found himself, once again, in a strange alley, lit by these constellations. No eyes littered the walls. But eyes were still on him, for he was not alone.
“Hello.” It sang.