I lay in the cold snow, still trying to register what happened. I was now stripped of my Dark Powers. The crew just stared at me in shock.

Sli: What was that?
Janovah: My dark side has seperated from me!
Torn: The pure eco must have tried to erase the dark eco inside you, so the Dark Side must have made a break for it.
Sli: NOBODY ever listens to me! And to think, this is our Queen-to-be!
Janovah: You're a little low on the political scale to be mouthing off!
Sig: Whoa, cherries, we still have a task at hand!

I got up and brushed the freezing snow off. I was still grasping the pure eco crystal. But then out of nowhere, a strange, low voice boomed from the chasm from which we had blown out the pure eco.

Voice: You have freed the precursor entity within the ice tomb that our dark counterparts have locked us in...And for that, we give a gift, one which will turn the tide in the war, and ensure your survival.

We all turned to the dark hole. Suddenly, a bright blue light blinded us for a few seconds, and when it faded, we saw something very shocking.

It was Daxter.

Daxter: I must be in heaven!
Janovah: Daxter!!

Daxter was on his knees. He looked up and spotted Torn.

Daxter: AAAGH!! TORN'S HERE! THIS MUST BE THE OTHER PLACE!
Torn: Wha-YOU JACKASS!!! You're not in hell, but if you don't shut your dumbass mouth up I can take you there!
Janovah: You're not dead!
Daxter: I'm not??? But-I was in the building, fire was everywhere, and then that support beam fell...and WHAM, I end up here.
Torn: THIS is our insurance for survival?
Sli: So THIS is what the precursors send our 'Great Queen'...a fuzzy talking RAT!
Daxter: Watch it toots!

I knew Daxter was going to say something lewd...but not to TORN'S sister!! I began gesturing wildly to tell him to shut up. Daxter just gave me a confused look. I pointed to Torn and to Sli. Daxter still didn't seem to get it.

Daxter: I could see you'd be jealous of Jan, though, but don't worry, she doesn't get any of my orange lovin', she's too busy with Torn. Not that I can account for her taste.

Sli looked extremely offended. But Torn wasn't angry-he was FURIOUS. He walked up to Daxter, and picked him up by his neck.

Torn: If you ever...EVER...say anything like that about my sister or fiance again, I'll make SURE you go to hell, you furry little bastard!

Torn dropped Daxter and stalked away angerly. Daxter gave me an angry look.

Daxter: Why didn't you TELL me that that girl was Torn's SISTER? You could have used BODY LANGUAGE or SOMETHING!

I rolled my eyes and walked off. I found Torn leaning against the Gila stomper, still fuming.

Torn: I can't BELIEVE that ANIMAL said that about you.
Janovah: Daxter is just being Daxter. Besides, if I have bad taste, I LIKE having bad taste.

The wind was starting to blow hard.

Janovah: Man, it must have sucked to come here the first time, I'm not used to being so cold. I remember Daxter telling a very perverse story about tribal dances involving women in fur bikinis.
Torn: You'd look good in a fur bikini.

Torn had a very devious look.

Janovah: Now, Torn, as a political hierarchy I don't think I can allow that kind of talk.
Torn: I was telling the truth.
Janovah: I lied about the fur bikinis.
Torn: DAMN!!

The wind was getting really hard, and seem to be getting cold very fast.

Torn: There's a storm coming. We'd better hurry up.

The rest of the crew was collecting shards of pure eco and were loading it into the Gila Stomper. Snow began fall very hard, this wasn't good. Torn and I got back into the Desert Screamer. I tried to start the engine, but it wouldn't go.

Janovah: It won't start!
Torn: Shit...this storm will grind us if we don't move soon!

Torn got out and went around to the side. He pulled off the gas cap.

Torn: Holy crap...The gasoline is frozen solid!

He slammed the cap bback on in frustration. The Gila Stomper pulled up a few feet to our side.

Sig: What's the problem, cherries? We gotta roll!
Torn: The gas in the gas tank is frozen.
Sig: That thing wasn't built for the artic. Tie a line to the front and get in the Stomper.

I got out, and stationed myself in the back and on top of the vehicle. Torn pulled some cable from the back of the Gila Stomper. Snow was pouring heavy now, covering us in a heavy layer of white. Torn was struggling with the cable. Finally he hitched the Screamer to the Stomper and he climbed into the stomper and positioned himself beside me. It was extremely cold, I was shivering hard, and feeling faint. We got moving, but it only made me colder. My whole body was numb.

Janovah: I'm so cold I can't feel anything.
Torn: Tell me if you feel any pain.

He pinched my arm, noticibly hard. I felt a little pressure but no pain. I shook my head. Torn let go and reached down into the cargo and grabbed a cargo cover. There was alot of turbulance and noise coming from the vehicle.

Jinx: What are you doing?
Torn: Janovah's getting frostbite! Her body temperature is really low!

I closed my drying eyes, my mind slipping from reality. I could feel a temporary warm being wrapped around me, but the sharp, peircing cold penetrated the cover. But with oe very large bump I went careening off the back of the vehicle. As I was sure I was going to slam into cold, icy snow Torn grabbed my arm. I was dangling off the back of the vehicle, precariously close to the spinning tires.

Torn: SIG!!! STOP THE VEHICLE!!!

The tires stopped, but the vehicle kept moving.

Torn: SIG!!! I SAID STOP!!!
Sig: I can't! It won't stop!

Torn kept pulling, trying to hoist me back up, but it was very hard and he was about to tear my arm off.

Torn: I need help! I can't get her on my own!

I felt for half a second his grip relinquish. I dropped, but he took me by the hand before crashed to my doom. I was too weak and frozen to do anything.

Pim: I've got her!

I felt a grip on my waist and I felt myself being pulled up to the 'safety' of the vehicle. I opened my eyes for a second, and I saw Torn leaning over me, with a true look of fear and concern. Then he came down on top on me. What was he doing?

Janovah: Wh-wh-wh-what are doing?
Torn: I'm using my body heat to warm you.

But even his body heat was waning. We had to get back, and fast. It felt very awkward having on Torn lying on top of me. Soon he began to shake worse than I. He needed to get off before he froze.

Janovah: I think that's enough.
Torn: Your life should be spared over mine.

I found I had some fresh strength, and I pushed Torn up off of me. The ice tore at us from all directions. Finally we felt a horrible jolt as the Stomper spun out of control.

Sig: Hold on, Cherries!
Daxter: AAAAH!!! I don't wanna die...again!!!

We all looked down and saw we had careened off a cliff and were heading to our doom into the crevis below. We all held a collective breath as we plummeted...

A/N: Ha ha!! You all shall DIE at the hands of my cliff hanger!!