About a nanosecond after Mattie gripped onto the hand offered to her, she thought, [i]I'm going to regret this.[/i] And as the next few moments unfolded, they revealed that she was correct! The scenery blended from a bland-ass motel room to nothing-black to nothing-white to nothing-black again. The air temperature went from room-temp to [i]holy fucking [b]shitting ass[/b]![/i] This was like a cold shower times fifteen trillion! It was a nightmare! "It's colder than a bucket of penguin shit!" she screamed, trying to writhe in her pain but unable to, being so numb. 

And then, boom. Just like that, the three of them were in some sketchy alley. Mattie was shaking all over; her teeth were even chattering. She clamped her jaw shut to get them to stop. She tried half-heartedly to pull her hand out of Morrighan's grip but before she knew it her palm was pressed up against the wall. There was [i]more?[/i] For shit's sake––

But then it was over. She let out a sigh of relief that this whole passing-through-walls was so much less of a hassle than the teleporting thing. Morrighan vanished into thin air like white people sometimes did, unfortunately leaving her alone with Jacob. She scooted away, not that it would prevent Jacob from murdering her, but it did make her slightly less uncomfortable. "Well, we have to find out if he is really in there," he said, as if to break the silence between them. Mattie preferred it when he was silent. 

She watched as he turned the knob. The suspense was getting too much for her, so she kicked the door open with as much force as she could. She was ready to kick some ass.