Adam leaned forward in the Snow and vomited. "Gah!" He growled. "Those threads were resisting." He shook his Head to clear the ringing from so much mental and physical strain. "I don't know if I have enough energy left for this... but I'll attempt it anyways." He stood up straight, and began to move forward, minding the vomit as he went. "Here it is..." He said. Kelly shivered in his Coat, and he hugged her gently to him. "It's alright Kelly, as long as I'm here, you'll be fine." He mentally reached out, and began to pull on the string he'd been working on for five years. "Today is the day... today is the day..." He muttered repeatedly to himself as he pulled and tugged. Even in the sheer cold, he began to sweat, and it froze on his face, becoming distracting. He tugged harder than he'd ever done so before, and he could feel it give way, but before he could pull it any further, it got caught, and he stopped pulling, noticing it would knot with several other strings. But before him, a tiny hole in reality, time, and space had appeared. Large enough to fit his hand in, but nothing else. Kelly could fit, but he wasn't going to send her in alone. He sighed as he stepped back from the hole. "This is satisfactory enough." He grinned. and behind him, a figure Cloaked in Black approached. "Very well done, Adam. But you are not done with your Training until the hole is wide enough to fit even a Beast inside. You are not done." Adam turned to the figure. "Yes, Master." He bowed. "Looks like you learned a little discipline while you were gone, too." His Master says, and Adam smirks. "I'm just tired-" He gets clonked on the Head by a Staff that the Master produced. "Stop ruining the moment. Savor it, and keep your Mouth shut." Adam grins sheepishly. "Yes, Ma-" He gets clonked on the Head again.