The hare shivers softly when that cold rush came over him, confused about how it could get any colder down in the hall, continuing on with his electric torch held aloft in one paw. He started to feel a growing dread as the light flickered, before it went out. When he felt something brush against him he dropped the extinguished torch and drew his gun. The light came back on when it hit the ground and Tristan waved his gun around at.... nothing... "Why did I listen to Newt...."<br/><br/>He stopped down and picked up his torch, in his free paw, keeping his gun out now...