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fifteen. I stood there, shaking as the frighteningly cold wind blew across my face. The temperature I guessed was probably around ten degrees, and snowing wildly so I decided to search for shelter. I turned around, but the door had vanished. All I could see through the snowstorm were lights in the distance, so I headed on my journey to........

T.J. T.O. B.B.
 * the direction of the lights