follow the footprints
I became more nervous at every passing second. We all decided that the best thing to do was to follow the footsteps just for a bit to see if anything happened. Dave went first and Barbara and I huddled behind him. We walked in the room to experiance a cold blast of air, thinking we had wandered outside Barbara and I opened our eyes, but not to the outside scenery we were hoping to see, but to something completly different.
