> Try to push (or pull, whichever is more appropriate) the bookcase away from the opening enough that we can fit through.
> If we are successful, head through the opening.
>You slide the bookcase aside. It resists a little at first, then slides aside easily.
>You are greeted with a puff of cold air. The room beyond is almost freezing. The walls are are white and reflect your torchlight brightly, slick with condensation. The room is moderately sized, and is empty save for three glass coffins set into the middle of it.
>One coffin holds a distinctive purple-haired figure in striped robes. You recognize her as Patchouli immediately. Her face is a little sharper than you remember, her hands a bit weathered, but she is unmistakable. Her eyes are closed, she seems to be sleeping.
>The second coffin holds a blonde woman in a long blue dress. Unmistakable Alice, practically as you remember her. She too has her eyes closed, apparently asleep.
>The third holds an unfamiliar person, a short and spindly woman. Her face is lined with wrinkles; crow's feet and laugh lines and sagging cheeks. Her hair is gray, with some streaks of white here and there. Dressed in a black gown, you note a steepled hat has been placed under her head like some kind of pillow.
>_