"Focus ahead of you," Raylan suggested softly with a gesture.

"The storm that brought the first group of us in. I tried to walk through it to get to the buildings I saw ahead of me - The streets we get to walk now. But every step I took felt like I was tryin' to push a train hard enough to hurl. Nausea, exhaustion, a weight that seemed like it would smother me. No Science I know does that. I got no answers for possibilities." He hoped telling the tale would help distract Malcolm from.. whatever he was dealing with at the moment. Something to focus on that wasn't this odd place they'd found themselves with no reasons as to how.

Again.