That afternoon, out of the dark machinery, one of the dead of the future arrived.
Images: While Jacob watches, the cave opens up and swallows him. Concentric counterspinning boxes mark his path downwards.
Having been to visit the bees in their strange habitat, Jacob expects that they will visit his body's world as well. That afternoon, a variety of blandly threatening shapes approach him with an unwanted familiarity. Jacob feels that he knows or could be these things. Wisely, he ignores them, caught up in the sense that walking will take him right to the person he is meant to surprise, while never thinking what will happen after he finishes that small task.