It wasn't just him; they all were spit out, but flung in different directions within the checkered forest. Emilio found himself sent across the lake and crashing through the black-and-white trees before stopping as he fell into a pit of mushy, sticky mud.
"What…just happened?" He muttered.
Laying in the mud for a moment, he picked himself, looking around to find that none of his companions had landed alongside him.
'I'm alone? It…shot us all out in different directions? Are they all right? I landed in mud, but…it wasn't a gentle nor short landing–if one of them hit solid ground…' He thought.
Picking himself up, or so he tried, he found the mysterious mud clinging to his body. It stuck needily to his body, not letting go as he found himself already submerged into it up to his knees.
'Quicksand…?!' He realized.
"Aaaagh! Help me!"
