Great! This was the only place I could describe without having to do any research! Hopefully it shows.. Mostly a filler.. This has to be the most boring chapter in the world. Oh well, have fun reading it!

Disclaimer: Yeah.. w/e. Don't own the books.

White

As soon as he shut the door the only thing he felt was cold. Unforgiving, bitter and paralysing cold. In an instinctive act, Pedro brought his arms up to hug himself, and kept the warmth in. Wind blared at his cheeks and his ears already felt numb. He brought his hands up to his ears, trying to heat them up, but as soon as he did his arms felt cold again and he wished he was wearing more clothes. The boy's eyes started to water. His nose felt horribly cold, then numb. Everything was cold.

This was the last place he would have wanted to be. Pedro was used to heat, used to the sun burning at his neck instead of the floating snowflakes landing on it. Snow. It was a word that was deep in his mind, long forgotten. It had been a long time since he had seen any, and now it was all he saw. He turned, and looked all around him. White was the only colour he saw, other than the sky. It wasn't the glorious blue he was used to. There wasn't even a sun! It was grey. Just a darker shade of white.

The land was the worse though. No cities, no buildings, not even a house. Actually, it seemed like nothing grew here. Who would want to live here anyways? It reminded him of a desert. Not one tree sprouted from the ground. He didn't see any animals scurrying around. All he saw was a hill or two near him, and then out in the distance, huge mountains, only a silhouette of a light grey against the white snow and a darker grey sky. He twisted around and looked at the door. Amazingly, it wasn't covered in snow. Pedro reached out his arm to touch it. It was warm. His whole body lurched toward it and he hugged the door, feeling the great warmth. Finally, after lengthy minutes, he turned again and put his back against it.

What was he doing? Why even bother? Pedro spun around and grabbed at the door knob. He turned and pulled.

It didn't open.

He tried again and again. It wouldn't open! Panic struck him. What was he supposed to do? Wander off into the freezing terrain, looking for some sign of human life? No one's going to be anywhere near here. Of course, he would need food and food would be near people. He thought about it, but then decided to just stay where he was, absorbing the warmth of the door. It was better than freezing to death.

Pedro leaned against it. If he was lucky, someone might even wander over and find him. If he wasn't lucky, he would starve. But right then, he didn't care. He felt tired, and he just needed to relax for a moment. Soon a moment turned into a while, and a while into an hour.

His ears were so cold that they felt like they were burning. He hugged the door again and pressed his right ear against it. The warmth made it worse, but he knew eventually it would go away.

Right now, he hated this. Pedro was never one to pout and act childish, but that was only because he wasn't allowed to. With Sebastian it would be useless to cry and complain. If Pedro did, the man would scold him, take away any food Pedro was going to eat that day, and then Sebastian wouldn't look at him the rest of the day. When Pedro was really young, it was the latter that he hated above all else. Once as a young boy, he had rolled around on the floor, screaming because the man wouldn't pay him any attention. Sebastian only walked out of the room and got one of the old women to come in. She had whipped Pedro's hand with a scrap piece of rubber, hard. He still cried after that, but soon he shut himself up and did the work he had to do.

Now, all he wanted to do was shout and scream and cry all at the same time. Maybe he should. Someone might hear it.

So he did.

He didn't know whether to scream out in Spanish or English, so he didn't bother with words. He just screamed. Two times. The first time another scream returned to him, so he shouted again. Then he realized it was only an echo.

He sighed. No one would be close enough to hear him. It was hopeless to try. He might as well go out and find someone to help him, or die trying.

Pedro looked around. The hard part now would be deciding on a direction to take. From where he was standing all the eye could see was nothing, except for the hills, which disrupted his view to the left of him. He decided to take it, thinking that there could be something behind it that would point him in a direction to take. There wasn't.

As soon as he scrambled over the hill, snow filled his shoes and covered his legs. The sight was just the same. Nothing except for more hills. Pedro looked behind him, and it looked just as promising as what was in front of him, so he continued walking that way. More snow got in his shoes, and he ignored it. If he emptied his shoes, it wasn't going to make a a huge difference. In three steps there would be just as much in them again.

About ten minutes later, Pedro was regretting leaving the door. Firstly, his whole body felt numb. He wanted to chop his ears off, snow was covering his face, and he couldn't stop his teeth from chattering. Secondly, this was hopeless! Maybe Matt or someone else in the five would have stumbled out of the door and he would have been saved! Maybe he just had to try the other side! It was silly wandering about this Arctic desert with no sense of where to go. Not even the sense that there was any where to go. But Pedro continued on. He was sure he didn't walk in a straight line from the door and he wasn't sure that he would find his way back. His foot prints were being covered by snow as the seconds went by and when he looked back, other than the few he had just stepped, he couldn't even see any.

As Pedro stumbled on, he closed his eyes, trying to imagine the hot sun that he was used to. He tried to convince himself that it wasn't snow falling down on him, it was the heat rays from the sun. That his neck wasn't frost-bitten, just sun burnt. That that was what his whole body felt. Heat. He tried, but it didn't work. In fact, it made him even more frigid and cold. Pedro imagined himself again in the sun, but this time he was melting all the cold off of him. That didn't help either.

It was getting harder and harder to continue on. He didn't know whether to stop, or go back. He wanted to rest, but that would just mean wasting time. He didn't want to waste time. So he started walking faster. His legs felt like stones beneath him, but he forced them to move faster. It helped a little with the cold. He forced himself to run. After some minutes he could feel some sweat. The warmth of it wasn't helping as much as he imagined, but he continued to run.

The terrain was getting rougher. In some patches it was icy, some were rocky with snowy grass in the cracks. Yet the ground was still mostly covered with soft snow. It was getting harder and harder to run. He forced himself on. From the time he had left the door he guessed that 30 minutes had gone by.

He looked up and smiled. A small, green plant was two paces away. He ran for it and stole it from the ground. It was very small and its stem separated near the top, making it look like a fork. The leaf-like things on it shot up and curved, giving it a eerie effect. Pedro's eyes scanned the ground. Around him now, did he realize, that there was always lots of life. Many little plants and grasses covered the ground; he just hadn't noticed them before. They were mostly buried in the snow.

He smiled again. It was nice to know he wasn't the only thing alive. He tried biting on it, but it wasn't edible. He dropped it and started running again.

It was harder running this time. Pedro was getting tired. He wanted to sleep, very badly. It was a challenge keeping his eyes open. All he wanted to do was close his eyes and dream of the sun. But he knew he shouldn't.

Suddenly, his head shot up.

Something had caught his eyes.

Was he imagining things? A flash of red, then nothing.

It all went black after that. He had fainted in the snow.