Flash Fiction # 398 -- Lost in Elsewhere/Part 8

Sometime later, I blinked.The world had settled, the colors were back to normal, and everything was quiet.  I was grateful for the return to normality.Well, not complete return.  We were still lost in Elsewhere, I remembered.  I turned my head enough to realize that I was in a room made of ice -- walls of ice, shelves of ice, and even the slab of the bed made of ice, but I was not cold.  I