"You and me both Zane!" Falk agreed as he sprinted with him. The two ran down the hall where they found themselves In a stone built room coated with ice. It was square in shape, and there was a door at the end of the room. The room itself seemed to look like a living quarters of some sort. It had old wood tables and chairs and desks for writing at. That being said the wood was frosted and frozen. Falk ran to the door, and reached for the knob. He turned it and pulled, but the door jammed and did not open. "Shit! It's frozen shut!"