Zem and Fried are struggling in black water, choking and gasping, and thrashing for impossible air!
Karl wades into the misty water to drag the flailing aliens suddenly to the surface, where they heave in huge breaths of cold, night air amid debilitating fits of coughing. Leudigar can scarce make out what is happening, yet as he realises the aliens are not going to drown, the mist has rolled back enough for him to recognise Zem and Fried !
He blinks twice. Still them, coughing and spluttering, in a paltry pool.
Leudigar takes a step back, and Vvvwwwummph! everything... crystalises for him. It is night. On an undulating plain. There is a clear, starry sky overhead, and his fellows are wallowing in a modest rock pool that lies at the bottom of a broad depression...
Welcome gentlemen. Your adventure continues... now.