It's good that the end of the pocket is open; being able to see out at least a little -- and more importantly, getting fresh air -- stops Andrew from feeling entirely like he's being swung about in a burlap sack. Well, that and the hand holding him up. Still, it's not a pleasant ride from his perspective, and any charm that he might have found in being a passenger of this size is obliterated by his nausea and pain. He does his best to keep focused and alert (and not to vomit), but there's blackness creeping in at the edges of his vision.