“Gwendolyn cowered in the cold, whipping wind as she stepped onto the edge of the Canyon and took her first step onto the arched bridge that spanned North Crossing. This shaky bridge, covered with ice, was supported by worn rope and slats. It seemed that he could hardly hold them. Having taken the first step, Gwen cringed. Gwendolyn slipped and, reaching out, grabbed the handrail, which swayed and was difficult to help. Her heart sank as she thought that this fragile bridge was their only chance of crossing the north side of the Canyon, entering the Underworld and finding Argon. Looking up, the girl saw that the Underworld appeared in the distance, a sheet of blinding snow. The intersection seemed even more ominous..."