Wait. What? Last Wes had checked, he couldn't float. He hovered there for a moment before his mind caught up with him. He was floating! Flying! Hovering! How?
"What-" Danny said. But he stopped, for the previously undisturbable glitter suddenly halted and fell to the ground, finally inert. He and Wes looked on, puzzled and hovering.
Then gravity reasserted itself. Wes struck the ground; Danny floated gracefully, the jerk. Looking around, Wes realized one thing: The lighting was off. It had been daytime; the sun wasn't due to go down for another hour. And yet the sun was just barely out of sight as if it had just set moments prior.
"That can't be right," he muttered to himself.
"What?" Danny asked.
"It's twilight. The sun was too long from setting just a couple minutes ago. It's too soon to be sundown."
"Maybe we were in the dust longer than we thought?" he pondered. Wes hummed, considering.
A whooshing alerted them of what looked to be straight out of a science-fiction comic. An honest-to-goodness spacecraft came flying in from town toward them in the cemetery.
"The Specter Speeder!" Danny exclaimed. Wes' eyebrows furled. The "Specter Speeder" touched down. Wind buffeted them. A side hatch revealed Danny's tech friend- Trucker?
"Danny! Oh my god. Where have you been?" He lunged forward, ensnaring Danny in an embrace that was surely suffocating. "We've been looking for you for ages!"
"Tuck-" he gasped. "Can't breathe, man."
"Sorry, my bad." He chuckled. "It's just so good to see you."
"How long has it been, exactly?" Wes had the feeling something was not quite right. He doubted Tucker was just a hyper-dependant friend who had rushed over in a gosh darn spaceship to see his friend after- what? A couple hours?
"You've been gone a month."