Sandra
*Icidro would suddenly be launched out of a dark corridor and into a... Snowy mountain..? Looking around it was clear this was no normal world. But then it would hit Icidro... This is thag dark realm he was at before. But what was a snowy mountain doing here? The keyblade then spoke again.*

*"The... Door... Find"*
Jorge
Waves of revulsion flood through Icidro as he's forcibly pulled through another Dark Portal without any protection. The snow only made matters worse, as the caballero gasps only to have his throat burned by the cold air! Sitting on all fours, the man coughs as his lungs protest, and his eyes are forced to adjust after the fluorescent light of the Undercastle. 

He can barely bring himself to glare at the Keyblade wiggling excitedly in his grasp, exhaustion weighing down his features.

"All I ask... Is for a _little_ consideration!" He rasps out, hoarse and low.

Where was he? That odd pressure in his ear signaled the Realm of Darkness, but this was no world he'd ever seen— Unless something had got the Land of Dragons in the past few hours. Did the others make it out alright? Furo was going to be at wit's end with him— They couldn't catch a break.

Staggering onto his feet, Icidro lifts the Keyblade up to point out ahead of himself, as blind as he was.

"Alright, I'm done whining. Point me."
Sandra
*Somewhere in the distance, [a peculiar sound](< can be heard. Icidro feels a strong repulsion from whatever lies in that direction.*