Iman listens with gradually tightening anxiety as she pieces together the situation as close as she can understand it, that they're trapped in no-win situation, their solution is an open end, no idea where it leads. She looks up at the gate, newly fearful. She doesn't want to step through it, even though that goes against everything she is, naturally curious, naturally dauntless. Something in her gut tells her this is bad.

But there is no choice to make. Things start to bleed together. There's a swarm of people moving forward, herded into that luminescent blue pool like cattle, and Iman is swept along with them. She doesn't know what to expect when she steps through it, and the sensation is indescribable; pushing and pulling, shearing her apart and wrapping her back up, it doesn't hurt and it lasts no time but it's still some kinda shock, something that prickles through every atom. And cold. Overwhelmingly cold.

When her awareness settles she's alone, oddly, no people. All those people who went in before her, who were around her, behind her, they're nowhere to be found. All there is is a new room. Big, dark, musty, and still fucking cold. She picks herself up, staring around herself, and finally comes to settle on the only other person in attendance.

"Where'd everyone..." She shakes her head, trying to dislodge the fog in it. "Where have you sent us?"