The six of them, just as they were about to need to come back up for air, had soon found… Well, Tommy could really only describe it as some kind of huge, flat-bottomed snow globe. Without the water or fake snow, of course. However, as they all drew closer, Tommy found that there was actually water – a large lake full of it – in the center of what looked like a large meadow.
(Is this what you expected, Cassie?) Rachel asked, bringing Tommy's attention firmly back to the here and now.
In a way, Tommy was glad for that, since seeing such a strange thing that was undeniably real had been causing his thoughts to go off in all kinds of directions.
(I… I had dreams… I saw flashes of something… but this! This is unbelievable!)
Tommy couldn't help agreeing, but since all of them were starting to come to the end of their endurance, all of them headed for what seemed to be some kind of air lock. At least, that's what it would have probably been called if this was some kind of a space ship. Marco suggested that each of them go in one at a time, just to see if the place they were going to be entering was truly safe or not, but the sheer urgency of their current need for air overrode his desire for caution, though Tommy could still understand it.
It wasn't like he was entirely comfortable going into such a dark, cramped place, himself.
"Well, we made it," Marco said, once the six of them had demorphed, safely on the other side of the air lock, once all of the water had drained away to some other place. "I don't know where we made it to, but we made it."
"There's just one more door," Tommy said, because someone was probably going to, so he figured he could at least get it over with himself.
"Ready?" Jake asked, turning to Cassie with a gently encouraging expression on his face, and then looking at the rest of them.
Tommy bit back a smile; those two really were kind of cute.
"Ready as I'll ever be," Marco said, as the six of them all gathered in front of the second door; the only one that seemed to stand between them and the interior of the ship.
As Jake pressed his right hand down on another, bright red, square panel – the same kind of panel that'd let them all into the ship's air lock to begin with – Tommy braced himself for whatever might happen next. He could smell the heavy scents of what seemed to be either grass, some kind of alien flowers, or both, but he didn't have much time to wonder about that kind of thing, before he saw a bright flash of light…
