She carefully walked forward along the tunnel, taking more than ten steps, yet she still felt like she was dreaming.
But as the cold air continued to invade her and she slowly made her way to the corner of the long passage, she finally began to believe that this was not a dream.
She just didn't understand how she could have ended up here when she had clearly been sleeping in the bed before.
The surrounding area was not very dark, but the light was clearly insufficient. Passing by blocks of cold ice only made everything seem a bit more chilly.
Jackson Sully rubbed his arms repeatedly, unsure of what this place was.
Was it an ice cellar?
Did someone intend to keep her here indefinitely and then freeze her to death?
But she had lived on the island for so many years and had no idea that there was such a place here.
