Zac hurried down the road, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. God this place was horrible. He knocked harder on the door to his brother’s mind, feeling him slipping away, growing colder and colder, less responsive.
“Man, he’s gonna die, where is the car???”
He could feel that nameless evil reaching for him and added another layer to his barriers, instinct guiding him, as he plowed through the snow. Something evil, darkly insane, capering and gibbering at the edges of his mind, sharp little needles spiking into him.

Taylor rubbed snow into his face, sighing gratefully as the cold hit his hot skin. “Sick now, oh good…” He sighed, thinking it figured. Finally a chance to do something different, and he was going to be too sick to enjoy it.
God, he was so hot. He looked up at Ike, and felt his breath stop in his throat, thrill of terror so keen it almost drove consciousness away.
Ike was gone. The car was gone. Where was he? Where would he have gone?!
“Ike!!” His voice fell flat, swallowed up in the lush green that surrounded him.
Green?? Green?!?! It was winter! What the hell…