Upon entry, Ginger realizes that this is no ordinary rift. It's inter-dimensional, and quite advanced to boot, but something feels different. Colder, perhaps, but in a rejuvenating way, rather than the disorienting heat that is normally associated with portals. The blurred figure ahead of him in the wormhole turns to him, and begins counting down with his fingers, and Ginger can sense the men beside him priming their rifles. He emerges into a very strange, yet frighteningly familiar scene...