Zoe was overwhelmed by a feeling of disorientation. Her left jab had melted into a sensation of falling and then darkness. As her eyes struggled to find sense in the shadow surrounding her, she heard a voice. The crampons had miraculously remained clinched in her hands during the ordeal of displacement. Crouching slightly she stretched her arms out in an attempt to find the dimensions of this space or any items within it. "Who is there?"