When their eyes became adjusted to the sudden bright light, the natural light of the outdoors, they looked around the small courtyard in awe.
“It’s so…pretty,” Rosie said, temporarily forgetting her fears.
“Look at that grass—it’s so green it doesn’t look real,” AnnaMarie said.
“That water doesn’t look so good though,” Kyle said, motioning toward a brown waterfall.
“Ew,” Jane said.
“Wait, it’s not dirty," AnnaMarie said, stepping closer. "It looks really clean, actually.”
“You’re kidding, right? Jane, tell me she's kidding,” Rosie said. “It’s like mud.”
“No, she's right.” Bevin put a finger into it. It wrapped around his skin, like melted chocolate would.
“Does it hurt?” Jane asked.
“It’s warm,” he said, “not hot enough to burn. That’s so weird. Isn't water usually cold?”
“Are you sure that’s water?” AnnaMarie asked.
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