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"It's a door," he said, gasping for breath as he gripped the side of the pool. "I can't open it, but there's...some kind of lever there..."Shane took another breath and went back down. He grabbed at the lever. Tugged it upwards. Andthen it gave as the momentum propelled him back upwards, with a strange whooshing noise thatsuddenly filled the pool and-"Get in!" Shane yelled once his head broke the surface and he realised what was happening. "Quick!""What?""The water's going down! That door's the only way out I can see-"They jumped in, with the exception of Tommy, who stood by the side looking panicked. "I can't swim-""Just get in!""I-"Finally the teen steeled himself and leapt into the water, Shane grabbing him as he started to sink belowthe surface."Downwards," Shane said, turning his head as Tommy spat out a mouthful of water and attempted tounintentionally strangle him. "Kick downwards. Don't kick me. ...I SAID, don't kick me!"Jjaks came over to assist and got several panicked kicks in return.The water was receding fast, taking them further and further down until soon all they could see was theceiling above and the sides of the pool rising up all around; and the door, ahead, getting closer andmore distinct in the red light.**Group A: Conor, John C, Johnny U, Nelson, Paul, Tod, Jesse, Kip, the cornflakes guy.It took a moment for them to realise that the blast of freezing wind was not part of the interdimensionaltravel and showed no signs of stopping; nor that their vision was going to get any clearer, and soon,fumbling steps to steady themselves against the force of the gale met packed snow and frozen ice andthey realised that the white, white scenery didn't seem intent on changing any time soon.The cold cut deeper with each passing moment"What- ... – happened-" Johnny yelled, his voice blown off by the wind as he struggled to regain hisfooting, arms flailing for a second.The cornflakes guy was whimpering in the cold, crouching down with his arms hugging himself androcking slightly, teeth chattering, on the verge of tears. Paul got hold of him and tried to pull him back tohis feet. "C'mon, we can't-... here-...-t up-"Nelson pointed a finger at the convenient mountain face some distance from them, shouting something;Conor agreeing and starting to walk-"Dimensional travel," John Constantine muttered helpfully. "We could be anywhere.""MOVE IT, PEOPLE!" Conor yelled in a frustrated attempt to make himself heard over the wind. "DOYOU-.... – FREEZE TO DEATH -...- -ERE?"The party of nine started moving, buffeted sideways by the wind that stung their faces and exposed skinwith pricks of ice. They huddled together, grasping for each other lest the wind blow them too far astray,those in the centre partly shielded by the others.The cornflakes guy was full out crying now. He seemed adamant to just stop right where he was anddie if Paul and Tod would just let go of him."J-... – leave him," Nelson said. "-'s his choice."