You are lying on a hammock woven of fine clima vines. You feel flushed and feverish, yet happy: you're alive! Dr. Vivaldi is beside you. She brushes a cool, wet cloth across your forehead.
"Where are we?" you ask. "How did we get out of there? Did you see the ghost wolf?"
"We're back with the Archpods," Dr. Vivaldi says, smiling. "And I did see a great beast with tongues of fire, but in truth there was no wolf, nor any other beast And the cracks in the field were only a few inches wide, just wide enough to release a poisonous gas from beneath the ground. A few whiffs of it was enough to make us hallucinate and have the most horrible night- mares. It's fascinating that the gas causes such a specific common vision—I'd like to research this some more. In any event, we were lucky to be close to the edge when I realized what was hap- pening, I was able to pull you away so you could get fresh air."
"Thanks," you say. "After this I'm not going to be afraid of anything in the Underground King- dom."
"That's good," she replies, "because we still have a whole new world to explore!"