Stowing away inside the luggage of an unsuspecting tourist, I was unable to monitor the trip first-hand. Being made of string did not hinder me however: since storing his camera in the compartment in which I had hidden away I have been able to access his own photos...
Alas, picturesque clouds are not sufficiently geographically unique to allow me to determine the location. However...
... I am thrilled to have found that buried in the skyline is the Empire State Building. Tapping into the memory of my fictional counterpart through morphic resonance, from Geography at Hill Valley High School I am aware that the ESB is in New York! I have arrived in the United States of America!
My first break for freedom, when silence fell at last after 24 hours of being squeezed to half of my normal size, afforded me the perfect opportunity to observe my surroundings.
What is clear is that my moments of autonomy will be brief, and hazardous. Between sprints to and from the bag that is my temporary home, the room is occupied by loud children and I still have little idea about what this place is for, why my host is here or how I shall see the great land of the Americans.
While I ponder and observe...
... I shall also sleep. Sleep is a weapon.
Wait, how did you get through the TSA baggage security? Surely your X-ray would look a little 'off'.
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