The portal opened, and the Hunters stepped through. Sam was expecting a hot and dense forest. She was right about the dense part. The blast of cold air seemed to pierce through the redhead, chilling her to the bone. "So, the demons weren't<span style="font-style: italic">just</span>in Elra, then," she said. That was bad. Really bad. She shivered again and pulled herself closer to Hatsu, trying to leech off of his body heat until she was used to the cold. It was at times like this that she was glad to be short. She was able to completely nuzzle up to Hatsu's chest, which was pretty damn warm.<br/><br/>"But wait, if the forests here are frozen, then what about the rest of the world?" she asked, looking to Death for an answer. Sam's eyes seemed to widen a little in anxiety. If the rest of the world was going through climatic turmoil, where would she and Hatsu go? They were supposed to travel the world together, find somewhere peaceful where they could pretend to have normal lives. If the rest of the world went to shit too, how were they supposed to do<span style="font-style: italic">anything</span>normal?<br/><br/>She sighed, squeezing Hatsu tightly (though not enough to do any harm) to alleviate her stress. After a few seconds she calmed down, and loosened her grip significantly, eventually letting go of him and walking a few steps forward. She knelt and cleared away the snow until she could see the ground. The grass was still green.<span style="font-style: italic">No way this was natural,</span>she thought.<span style="font-style: italic">If not the demons, then</span>something<span style="font-style: italic">supernatural had to do this.</span>She looked up to Death again, hoping for an explanation.