"Not inside -- aren't we in the Arctic?" Marty says. "How the hell do we go outside to--"

The air around the group warms considerably. Doc gives everyone a slightly smug smile. "Riiiight, my best friend can control the weather," Marty says, resisting the urge to facepalm.

"It's certainly more comfortable like this," Alice says, quietly relieved. She's got the shortest sleeves of anyone there, after all, and this place is even colder than the ice caverns beneath Wonderland Woods. "Let's see if we can find an exit. And keep a lookout for anything unusual." She takes Doc's hand again, to ensure no crazy separations happen.