[from here]

Slipping through the door into the next room, Brainiac 5 frowned, his hand rising to his head as a sudden wave of dizziness swept over him. He felt a little thrown off, like suddenly losing a data stream during an analysis. "Did something just..." he began, but trailed off, uncertain if it was simply a side effect due to stress or something else.

He took a moment to flick the beam of his flashlight around the room as he waited for Sangamon. It didn't look like there was anything out of place or dangerous in the area, but there was something almost familiar about the room.

"Where are we?"

Sometimes Marc really did have to wonder why he'd signed up for this.

The moment he'd heard those buses leave Doyleton, he'd been on the move. The wrapping that kid had given his ankle did him a lot of good, actually, but stumbling through the woods in the rain when he was still wounded? Not his idea of fun. Really, the best thing about this job, if he could even call it that, was the payoff. The water hadn't been all that bad for his cuts, at the very least. Cleaning them out was probably for the best. He was really just thankful that it hadn't been acid rain or something. He wouldn't have put it past Landel.

So there had been a lot of falling in the mud and getting embarrassingly frustrated as he ran around in the woods and dodged monsters, but by some stroke of luck, he'd found the place he'd been looking for.

He hadn't been able to tell the patients he'd seen that day about where it was, but he'd heard rumors of this bomb shelter from some of his cohorts. That he'd actually found it was nothing short of a miracle, though.

The place was a pain to get into and it reeked, but Marc had been glad for anything that wasn't out in the rain. More than that, this place had everything he was looking for. The radio equipment, a souped-up computer terminal, the works. His first plan of action had been to make a broadcast, but when he booted up the computer and read the code there, he realized just how much Landel had been misbehaving.

Portals? Really? "If that's how Landel wanted to play, then he could definitely pitch in. Marc owed a lot to Jack for making all of this equipment, though. It took some finagling with the code, but he was able to hack in and make this very bomb shelter a portal of its own. He was pretty sure it would work, anyway. All he could do was sit back and wait for some patients to come stumbling in.

Sitting at the half-broken desk, soaked to the bone and covered in mud, he knew he didn't cut the most impressive picture. Hopefully whoever showed up wouldn't be the judgmental type.

[From here.]

"Maybe you can show me on a map," Carter was saying as he passed through the doorway. The bottom dropped out of his stomach again and he stumbled to one side, knocking into a tree and getting bark in his hair.

"Whoa, sorry, I think I'm gettin' a little dizzy tonight," the sergeant said, laughter dying as he pushed himself upright and stared out into the darkness. Last time it was a simple mistake, one door for another, but now they were in the middle of a darkened forest without a single chair or bulletin board in sight.

Carter's jaw worked up and down noiselessly. He looked behind them to where a door very clearly wasn't, then ahead into the darkened forest, then to Kairi, then down at himself as if to ask if insanity was the simple solution to this logical impossibility. "There's trees!" he finally said in confused desperation.

[from here]

Sheena used the force of her kick to carry her into what she thought was the clinic place Raine had indicated she wanted to see inside. Being as the ninja had never been to therapy or even in this particular room at night, she didn't immediately notice they had moved from Doyleton back to the institute proper.

"So what are we looking for, Raine?"

And then that's when she noticed it. The difference in the slight sound of the weather outside, the faint scent in the room. "...I think we're back in the ranch."

[[From here.]]

This time, Raine had no problem recognizing the room; she was in a doctor's office, and it was so sparsely furnished that she wasn't sure it was even occupied until she saw the picture frames. Nearly scowling in anger--she did not like surprises here--she took a moment to pace the room in search of something to make the unexpected trip worthwhile. Nothing.

On a whim, she tried to turn on the computer, but nothing happened; she sighed and looked around again, wondering now what.