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Shivering slightly in the cold, Adam wondered for the hundredth time where in the hell he was. All he could remember was a jarring transition from behind the wheel to standing in the snow, and now walking through this giant, frozen corridor. He had considered some sort of head wound or amnesia might have made him forget whatever journey had brought him here, but that didn’t make any sense. Besides feeling fine, he was still wearing his work clothes and lived hundreds of miles from anywhere this cold. [i][color=goldenrod]I wish I’d been working in the freezer today,[/color][/i] he thought, recalling the heavy coats that freezer workers wore. Instead, he was wearing a short-sleeved blue shirt and black pants, which were hardly made for handling anything colder than an AC.

The other two didn’t seem to know where they were either, and he got the impression that they all shared similar circumstances, particularly given the tall guy’s muttered comment. [i][color=goldenrod]Nice to know there are still good people,[/color][/i] he thought, nodding appreciatively as he handed the woman his jacket. Adam would have done the same if he had more than the shirt on his back. “[color=goldenrod]Adam Holt, and I suppose we are,[/color]” he said, in response to their introductions. “[color=goldenrod]And no thanks, if we’re stuck here I’d rather not drink it until I need it.[/color]”

Following Valair and Rena seemed like the best idea, they might as well stick together given the linear nature of the hall. When they reached the chamber at the end his eyes widened in response to the statues, and it was several moments before he noticed the lone door. It was clear the sculptures were crafted by incredibly skilled artists, and he would have been eager to take a closer look at them in better circumstances. For now, he decided not to stray from the others. When Rena opened up her briefcase to start a fire, Adam shook his head.

“[color=goldenrod]A fire made of paper wouldn’t last long enough to be useful. It’d be better if we saved it as kindling until we found some sort of wood,[/color]” turning to Valair he continued. “[color=goldenrod]I’m not sure there’s any point in checking out the door that’s standing on its own. The statues might tell us where we are though?[/color]” Scratching his head in thought, he decided that cutting his hair so short had been a mistake.