(Okie! Forgot to mention Dawn has an Australian accent. I'll add it to mah bio later, I thought of it an hour ago.)

In Sydney, Australia, it was pretty much the opposite of what the locals were used to. Instead of sweat breaking heat waves,  the ground was covered in a decent amount of snow. Dawn frowned at it, kicking it, although it was frozen to the spot. She wore a soft and thick fake fur shawl. Of course, vegan fur designed to look like a wallaby skin. Her lower lip trembled in a shiver. Everyone else headed inside to keep warm, which didn't make sense since all the fires would barely last a minute. Dawn, of course, was the chosen one, so she had to freeze. She had to wait for the helicopter to take her to America. Oh, America, it just sounded beautiful. Maybe it went topsy turvy and got warm. The only warmth of the wait was a torch she was given, and it gave light, not warmth. She kept that aside. She also had a real torch, which she only used one match on to make sure she wouldn't run out. The sky was barely lit anyway. She shook her fist at it, frowning a little bit under her mask. Mostly every few minutes she shook one of her legs to keep warm. She sat down on a cold stump that should have been eucalyptus.

Dawn looked up and smiled under her mask as a ladder dropped down. Finally! She scrambled up, and waited for the counter-clockwise trip. Shortly she arrived in America. It looked more like a desert there, only cold. She looked around and saw her acquaintance. She walked up to the person. "What? I came to America to save the sun, meanwhile I co-op with this long hair hippie man? Its like Justin Beiber all over again!" She squinted her eyes and looked at the person, half deciding to lift her mask, but she didn't. Oh, wait... Thats a girl... Dawn said nothing, pulling her mask down a little farther.

Squinting her eyes to look up at the guy, Dawn took a step backward. Dawn knew she was short, but not that short. "I don't try to be rude." She realized, quite oddly, that Matthew had a strange resemblance of Professor Layton. "You know, you don't need to be such a gentleman. People get the wrong idea." She sidestepped, then slowly walked away. She knew those two were supposed to help her also, but she still needed to find the last one. Sources told her this one could be a grump. As an Australian, tracking came naturally. For tracking animals. Not people.

Dawn ran over her list in her mind. She remembered few from her list. Well, there was, of course, Matthew, Amber the mangirl, that shy girl, and some guy named Andrew she still needed to find. This guy better show up, cause Dawn couldn't take the cold. She reached up to rub her eye, but she forgot her mask was there. She bumped her hand on it, then smiled and put her hand back down. Her mask, a wolf mask, resembled her favorite animal, besides cats and koalas. Thats why she never took it off, besides a curse that would supposedly overtake her if she took it off. One thing she didn't understand was why Americans didn't wear them.

Dawn made a sharp turn, glaring at Amber even though she didn't see it. "No, no, no, and no." She shook her finger the way she did when she was a little annoyed. "I wear it for protection and to mask an amount of sins to fill a kangaroo pouch." Dawn didn't feel like herself anymore. Of course, a sudden weather change could really change someone. Dawn used to be so nice, and now she is just a bottomless pit of anger.