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Take away all clocks and windows and time moves slower than the slowest sloth. Olivia and I sat in the back of the van, staring at the door in eager anticipation for what felt like days. We were ready to give up hope when the door ripped open. It literally ripped open. An invisible arm threw the door into the powder blue sky. Then the scenery changed to the southwest desert. Our car was perched on a tall cliff. I cautiously peaked my head out of the van. There was no one in sight.