Adam found himself in the Cold. Mountains, Tundra's, Blizzards. He kept Kelly under his Jacket as he trudged through the Snow. He was searching. Not for someone, but for someplace. Kelly chirped, upset by being in the Cold. "Sorry Kelly, but I need to find the weakest point in the fabric to practice this..." He continued on his Journey, occasionally closing his eyes to look at the threads. They were weak here, woven lazily, easy to unravel.
"Here." He stopped as he found an entry point. Kelly chirped, and buried her face into his arm. He looked up at the massive threads. Using his mind, he began his work on sub consciously moving them, trying to find an opening into the Multiverse, something Adam has spent the last seven years of his life trying to accomplish. He'd never come so close as he did now, as he focused, wincing slightly, straining from the mental pressure he endured attempting to unravel Reality itself.