"Oh, Bugger it!" How the hell was she falling? Lizzie's mind ran through the sequence of events before she found herself in mid-air. The doors wouldn't have opened if they hadn't been on the platform, would they? No stupid lift malfunction was going to kill Elizabeth Muxworthy, that was for damn sure! She clenched her fists, trying to see through the fog that swirled past her as she fell. She didn't land. She splashed, falling feet first into a lake.

She kicked her legs, trying to reach the surface, one of the ill-fitting boots coming undone and disappearing from her foot, sinking into the lakes depths. The surface of the water got further away the more she struggled, and her lungs screamed for oxygen, but did not receive any. Her heavy clothes dragged her down, bubbles escaped her mouth. A violent geyser shot down from above, shedding a jacket much like hers and a pair of equally heavy boots.

Lizzie watched the Italian boy's bid for the surface with mild interest – her consciousness slipping away slowly, not responding when the dark, waterlogged shape swum towards her, wrapping an arm around her waist and lifting her up towards the surface. When the cool morning air entered her lungs, she blacked out.

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"What the hell?" Jay was falling. Where were Tara and Max? Stupid fog, he couldn't see anything through it. And what happened to the Damn platform? He felt a dry wind in his face, the fog cleared...

And his mouth was full of sand.

He coughed, spitting, saw Tara, lying in the middle of the desert. Then he double-took. Desert? A moment ago they had been o a snowy mountain! Now a triple-take (is that right?). What was Tara wearing? The only answer to that was 'not much and a pair of sunglasses'. "What the hell?" he demanded of her. Tara opened her eyes and looked over the lenses at him, just as another figure fell from the sky, screaming.

"Whaaaa!" Yup, it was Lee. Tara waved her hands about herself quickly and was dressed in a white knee-dress. Her hairs unwrapped themselves from their plaits and hung by her shoulders as Jay looked on, dumbfounded.

"This outfit'll be great for the desert, don'cha think?" she asked, rhetorically. Jay thought that she looked happier than she had in the real world. (He had decided that wherever they were, this desert was not real) There was something different in her face, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Aside from the weird powers.

"Um, yeah, sure it will." He answered.

"What's wrong?" she asked with a frown.

"Huh?"

"you look confused."

"How did you do that?"

"What?"

"Change your clothes. And your, uh, hair."

"If we are where I think we are, then it's belief ruled."

"And what does that mean?"

"If you don't know..." she grinned. "Then I wont tell you. It seems to be a rather jolly advantage to know what's going on while you don't, wouldn't you say?" she said, turning to the profile in a somewhat sinister fashion.

"Oh really?" Lee asked, pulling his head out of the sand with a snicker on his face. The only answer that he got was Tara's angry boot, stopping an inch from his nose. Then she drew back, put the foot on the ground and started to walk off. "If either of you want to follow, then I wont stop you." She said.

"Not sure we want to," said Jay under his breath, but picked himself up and following never the less.

"Oy, wait!" Lee yelled as he stood up.

None of them really wanted to be alone.

&o&o&

AN: Not a swift update, I know - Sorry! But thank you digimaniac for sticking with me while I wrote.