Day 1, November 4th, 2020, Approx. 5:35 AM (11:35 GMT)
As Terrence finishes speaking, he suddenly becomes very woozy. His vision blurs and he has a hard time finding balance. Janice notices this and it begins to worry here, especially when Terrence's condition seems to worsen by the moment.
Meanwhile, Francisco is hard at work trying to see if he can figure out what made the engine up and stop. It seems to be some kind of electrical problem, but with the poor light it is difficult to tell. He begins to think he should wait a while for the sun to come out. That is when he is overcome by a sudden dizzying sensation. It hits him right out of the blue and he grasps the rigging of the truck to steady himself.
Kyle tries to rest inside the cab, keeping an eye on Aziz while Harry snoozes on. Neither seemed to have awakened from the ruckus caused by Janice's nightmare. As he peers out into the early morning sky, Kyle finds that his vision is limited. Morning fog perhaps? That is when he looks down at his hands to see they are just as blurry as the outside sky. Something is happening to him.
As Janice looks on, horrified, the world begins to twist around her, like it is all a swirling vortex. She sees Terrence fall to the ground, though he tries to hold himself up with one arm. She looks at the truck and sees Kyle slumped over inside. Francisco too seems to have fallen into a stupor and hangs over the side of the rigging. As a sense of overwhelming fear and anxiety rushes over her, the world before her continues to twist and contort until suddenly it stops.
Terrence comes to, one hand on the ground, the other grasping his stomach. His vision finally begins to correct itself and he feels steady again. Francisco and Kyle likewise feel themselves returning to normal. Was it all a dream? Janice alone knows it is not.
The cab sits alone in a bizarre and alien landscape. Nearby, a tall writhing thing that somewhat resembles a tree with tentacular branches wavers in the chill breeze that blows through the air. The sky is a mauve red color with two suns, one rather small and not very bright, and a second burning deep crimson in the sky. The ground is lifeless and dull, covered with a dark black loamy soil. Apart from the tentacle tree, there is no sign of any kind of vegetation. There is nothing to see for miles around. All the cars that once surrounded you, the highway, the countryside, the clouds of dirt and smoke from the explosions, all of it is gone, replaced by this strange world.