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Group B: Shane, Perry, Jjaks, Chris, Matt, TommyThey tumbled out of the portal onto the hard stone floor of a room bathed in a pervasive dark red glow.It was a high room of clean-cut architecture, made symmetrically of stone with no exit or entranceanywhere in sight.In the centre was a deep, man-made square pool of water that shone red in the untraceable light."What is this place?" Chris asked, his voice echoing off the walls.Jjaks reached out a hand to the wall. The stone was smooth and cool to the touch. It went all around inan unbroken circle."Everyone okay?" Perry asked.A chorus of half-hearted 'yeahs' filled the room.Shane walked to the edge of the pool and crouched down. He stuck a finger in the water, and then letthe rest of his hand fall in as he squinted at something down on the side of the pool."There's a-" he started, then broke off. He wasn't sure what it was, but... Shane took his hand out of thewater and shook off the droplets. It felt like normal water, not toxic waste or something."There's a what?" Perry asked, walking up.Shane pointed. "That looks like a door," he said, the red glow of the rippling water casting a strangereflection on his face. "Down there.""It's really deep," Tommy said."Very insightful."A pause. Matt left the pool and went back to the side of the room, following the wall, looking for a breakor a line that might indicate a door... He looked upwards. The roof was a perfect dome of bare stone.Shane got up and walked over to the side of the pool closer to the door. He hesitated. "Do I go in, ordoes someone else want to volunteer?"No one else wanted to volunteer.Shane looked at the pool.Then he shrugged and jumped in, treading water for several seconds, then taking a deep breath andgoing underwater as he let the weight of his clothes help him down towards the door.It wasn't a very good door, if it was a door. It looked sort of like the opening to an old oven of the sortthat Hansel and Gretel once stuffed a poor old woman into when all she wanted was to have them overfor dinner.Shane fingered the sides of the door; it was shut tight, with some kind of stiff bolt holding it there. And alever, next to the door, but he had no time to wonder about that before he felt his oxygen going andkicked himself back up to the surface for air.