I wasn't sure if the sweat coming from my forehead was because of the ever-increasing heat or the nervousness building up inside of me. I shook my head.
"No luck here! Not yet, at least." I mumbled the last part. It was getting a little hard to breath with all of this heat. I stopped my work a moment to tug at the collar of my uniform. I better pick up the pace. I feel like I just might combust.
My hands brushed past something shiny. It caught my eye and I snatched it in an instant.
"I found it! I found the key!"
I held it up and admired the splendid craftsmanship, but the heat that had collected on the metal object was, well, hot. Immediately realizing it, I dropped the key back into the sand and grasped my hand. The injury stung, and the intense heat surrounding me in the room didn't help either. I knew that I had to get the key to the keyhole soon though, so I tucked my hand in the sleeve of my shirt and grabbed it that way.
I jogged up to the keyhole and moved the metal key into position. I looked at Carter.
He nodded, and I began to count us down.
"One. Two. Three!"
We twisted our keys at the same moment, and the door in front of us slowly opened. We both abandoned our position and collapsed into the darkness of the next room, embracing the cold. We didn't move or say anything for about five minutes. Finally, I sighed.
"I hate to admit it but..." I looked over to Carter. "I'm glad I didn't shoot you."