Firelord
"Grief. I think I dealt with grief as I was dying and reviving here. What I went through was much worse and much more weird feeling." John scoffed. "Grief is much more suitable." Despite the conversation of them being in, or not in fully, they both were realizing the problem at hand. How did they get home?
"Look man, I can camp with the best of them.." Looking to Peter, John continued. "But I'm not looking to cuddle with you for warmth."
Letting that image sit in the air for the pair of them to deal with, John looked about for the door that just vanished. Really it was the first time for him to deal with something like this. The door he came through always was there, and always allowed him to go back. This, this wasn't normal. However normal dimensional travels were. "I'd ask if you know what's going on, but I'm guessing you're as clueless to this as I am." John walked around a tree a few times as if it would magically put the door back up.
"I really don't feel good about this." John stated looking around. At least he had ways to make fire, to do his part. "Ideas?" John asked trying to get an idea which way was which. Travel North, right?