Gabriel isn't too impressed with the setting, but at least it seems like it's not trying to kill him (for a change). When he arrives, he changes his little rowboat into something a little more comfortable. He leans back onto the plush red bed, a glass of wine in hand. The turntable built into the end of the boat plays something soothing, and he focuses up on the stars overhead. The night is comfortable and the boat is rowing itself along, churning up the bioluminescent plankton as it goes, leaving a trail in his wake.