The House Party;

Let us follow along the journey of some unfamiliar chain-smoking faces as they trek across their dimensions on their way to the house party, the invite was sent out to anyone that is everyone. Their long journeys are always accompanied by the trusty smoke cloud acting as a shadow bound to them, forever. 

Stopping at the Hotel, we end with our focus on one face who trekked till dawn, Only to find a full glass in an empty house. 

Being Lactose intolerant never stopped me from traveling dimensions.