'OK, what are we looking for?' I said. 'Well, obviously a monster. A monster that can survive this kind of weather,' said Susan, shivvering. Dr. Cockroach looked up, eyes sparkling. Link looked at him. 'I have a theory,' Dr. Cockroach said, 'that the monster may be the Yeti'
I grinned and nodded. In case you don't know what the Yeti is, it is a big hairy white thing, also known as Bigfoot or the Adominable Snowman. It's a myth - but after all I've been through, I'm pretty sure it's not a myth. Why would we be sent here if it was a myth?
I peered around and said, 'OK, what the hell are we going to do'
'You be forgetting,' Skye swooped down and bowed like a gentleman, scarily, 'I am,' she saluted, 'a shapeshifter. Excuse me, for just a breif second,' she melted into the snow. There was a sudden rumble, and a small building started to erupt from beneath the snow. It certainly wasn't big enough for Susan - just barely big enough for me. I frowned - it was white and covered in icicles, so if you were a passer-by it would be unlikely if you noticed it at all. It looked freezing, plain and simply the worst I've ever seen her do. I smiled fakely when Skye grew back from the snow, and hugged her. Her eyes gradually started to pop, and her face went a bit blue. 'Why you doing that?' I asked. 'I'm not, she replied, 'let go, you've forgotten your scarily strong,' and I let go. She gagged and laid her hand on Link's shoulder, breathing heavily. I shrugged, but realised she was right, even if she didn't mean it - I had forgotten my strength. To prove it I demanded an arm wrestle from Susan - and won. I smugly strided in, and stopped, jaw open. Altogether it was huge, thousands times bigger on the inside than out. The floor was made of marble, the walls were made of smooth amythest, and the cieling was diamond-studded. The main room was a living room, a kitchen and a dining room together - a statue of a maid stood with an empty tray on one lifted hand, her other hand on her hip. I guessed correctly she came to life when ordered. Nine arched doors were stood, circling the whole room, with our names scrawled above in curled writing. My smile stretched straight across my face, and I fell onto Hayley who was behind me.
'Watch out,' she giggled. But she couldn't stay even slightly annoyed with her sorroundings around her.
Dr. Cockroach peered into his room, which was closest to where we were stood, which was by the front door - we were all so gobsmacked we had lost the will to walk. Or move for that matter.
'Oh my word...' he murmured to himself, just loud enough for everyone to hear. Computers, electronics, smoking test-tubes, cables, all kinds of things were lined up on the disco-mat like floor. He purposely brought our attention by staring at another room opposite, and sprinted off to rummage around when we weren't looking. Link's was underwater mostly, which he enjoyed as he hadn't actually been underwater for weeks now, apart from when we were back in Scotland searching for Nessie. B.O.B.'s was like a toy shop, that's all I need to say. Hayley's was beautiful - singing charms, colourful balls of wool, elegant scratching posts, jeweled curtains - simply beautiful. Nessie's was a remake of Loch Ness, only with cleaner water and no other annoying creatures. Paul's was like a playzone made of entirely string - like you were trapped in a spider web world. Susan's was customized to fit her size, with a television, dressing table, dvd and cd player, a book and magazine shelf, a walk-in wardrobe... I wouldn't have minded hers. Skye's was a mixture of things - one half of the room was empty. The other was electronics, with computers and books on how to get better - she was obviously missing her education. She told me earlier that she was supposed to go to one of the best Universities in the world. Universe, possibly. Mine was amazing - books, jewelery, a walk-in wardrobe like Susan, a girl's general needs, and then a boxing ring with a statue of a boxer stood in stance inside. Training gloves, punch bag, amazing things here.
Though as amazing as it indeed was, I couldn't help worrying about Skye. Ever since she told me about what happens after death, I've had a freaky feeling in my stomach. And she told me that the furthest she remembers back is Medieval Times, and all that she remembers is simply her riding a horse into the sunset.
We were seated around the large table, tucking into turkey, potatoes, vegetables and puddings. We had already missed Thanksgiving and Halloween already, due to work - I wasn't about to miss Christmas. Afterwards, after we had our Christmas desert, opening of the presents (Skye supplied the materials, or even the present itself.) and crackers, we ventured outside to build snowmen and create snowangels. This didn't go so well - the snowmen turned out to be ten ft. tall with the amount of snow, and we actually lost Hayley in the snow while making a snowangel for a worrying ten minutes. Luckily she was OK, but scarily had turned out on the other side of the house. I shrugged and grinned, hugging her lightly.
For a little while I decided to pump away some home-sick feelings on a punch-bag, then showered in cold water. I walked into my glamorous walk-in wardrobe, and chose out flared jeans, a red warm three-quarter-length sleeved shirt, and a nice christmassy jumper. I fitted on my boots and tugged my hair into a wooly hat, and rushed outside with the others.
They were stood in a line, chins up staring at the night sky expectantly. I joined Link's side and punched his shoulder in a best-mates kind of way. Well, I think male best mates do it, anyway - I've seen plenty of movies to prove it as well. He fell to the snow and frowned at me, a surprised though upset expression on his face. I shrugged - not my fault. Blame Disney movies. He got up and looked like he was about to say something - he lifted a finger and started to move his mouth, but I couldn't hear over the noise. The noise was fireworks!
The bright lights and colours shined up the whole midnight sky and cast glistening showers over the icy sparkling lands. A great ending to a great day, if I do say so myself. And I have written at the bottom of my diary page - Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.