He hadn't said it though, so what Melanie said instead was, "Well? What is it?"
"I'm getting there," Fabio shot back. As he said that, the ground evened out again, and he saw it: a... big stretch of what looked like water. It lapped against the sandy shore, as if he were on some sort of beach, except he was utterly alone and there was no sun in the sky. A night-time beach, maybe. It still wouldn't have explained why the air was so stagnant.
"I think it's a lake of some sort," he said, toeing the water with one of his booted feet. That wasn't really going to tell him whether it was water or not, but it felt satisfying all the same.