"I have the autopilot all set up. I just need to program the coordinates." Gaming told me. I bit my lip. "You do know where we are supposed to go, right?" "Well... sort of. It's more of a sense than a real, actual... coordinate." I replied, my voice trailing off. Gaming sighed, putting his hand to his face. "Well, I can't help you if you don't know where we're supposed to go." Oi... I thought. This will be harder than I thought. "Well, now how are we supposed to get there?!" Broadway yelled from the back of the plane. "Bright idea Life..." Criticism mumbled. "Well I don't see any of you taking charge!" I yelled back, folding my arms. "Okay calm down. Life, didn't you have some teleporting thing going on a little while ago?" Romance suggested. "Yeah, but it's a new power. Trying it could be dangerous or even fatal, like the prophecy said before, especially with other people." "Oh please," Criticism butted in, "You've been using that new 'materializing' power for the last two days! If it wasn't safe, this whole plane would've fallen apart by now!" I took it into consideration for a minute. "I guess I could try..." A chorus of cheers came from the plane. "Get on with it then!" Criticism replied. I took a deep breath, concentrated, and felt the plane lurch underneath my feet until I found us in a chilled, cavernous void. An familiar voice echoed around us, surrounding us in sick words and a thin purple smoke. "Glad you could make it, sister..."
