Standing with Grey, it was not long before two girls entered the room. One was older and dressed in modern clothing while the other was quite young and dressed with a more classic tone. 

Before Ricardo could greet the two new arrivals, a man started speaking through some sort of intercom that couldn't be placed within the room. It became apparent that this voice was only a recording very quickly, though the younger girl did not seem to catch that. Perhaps she came from the past like Grey and didn't know of recordings.

The most disturbing part of the recording was the mild assurance that no one would die if they chose to advance. When the only solice you can offer is 'Don't worry. You won't die.', there is something  wrong with that picture. But Ricardo had already made up his mind.

When the wall on the other side of the room opened, the little girl sheepishly called out for support. Ricardo felt the need to comfort her, but at the same time did not want to encourage her to do something that she would regret.

Turning to the little girl, Ricardo spoke sincerely. [b]"Hey, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. In fact, I would probably turn back if I was your age. There are probably some pretty nasty things in there."[/b] Taking a step backwards to face everyone in the room, the light to his back, Ricardo tried to sound brave. [b]"That goes for everyone. Nobody is making you go forward. And there is definitely some bad things ahead. As for myself, I can't keep on not knowing what is going on. I'll walk through hell if I have to."[/b]

By the end of his little speach, his voice had become slightly shakey. Not waiting for a response, Ricardo turned back around toward the light. He took a couple steps forward before hesitating in the face of the doorway.

Would there be any way back if he kept going forward? Would it be better to not know the answers to his questions and live happily in the Utopia above? The questions were nagging, but he had already made his decision. He would go forward. 

But there was no rush, he supposed. At least that's what he told himself as stood there, frozen in the light.