Sandworm just rode the whirlpool of sand, completely at home, whether he was on the sand, in the sand or under the sand. He felt the clean dryness of the desert as it ate him and the rest of the Scoobs, and felt perfect freedom for a moment as he fell.
The only thing he could imagine which would be like this is being swallowed by a sandworm, a maker, the greatest death a Fremen could ever hope to achieve. Of course, now that he represented a water barrier, encased in sandtrout, he knew he would never experience this.
He thought back again, to that day, many years ago now, when he had chosen this path. He had chosen it for all the wrong reasons: long life, great strength, the power of Shai-Hulud. He understood now what he had lost, and had begun to regain with the Scoobs. The Fremen had never been able to accept him the way he was. They had rejected him, and so he had left Arrakis. He had stowed away in a spice shipment, escaping his homeworld.
With the Scoobs, he had finally found a new home, a place where people accepted him for who he was, and instantly, he felt a great deal of gratitude to Ragnar, Sunny, Kara, Jila, Chryse, Kay, and all the rest. Inclusion was what he had been missing.
(guys, this is my way of saying thanks for all the encouraging emails I have been getting. It's great being part of the gang!
Abruptly, his thought processes ceased, as they exited the lower area of sand, and fell several metres onto the ground. The magicians and telepaths were not, generally speaking, great on balance, and the way they landed demonstrated that. Emram clattered to the ground, followed by Ragnar with a great thud. Even Rae fell awkwardly, possible because she was tangled up with Sunny. Only Kara and Sandworm seemed to manage to land on their feet. He looked at her in surprise, and then went about, helping the rest of the Scoobs up.
He looked around the new area.
He briefly realised that was the way he thought of it now. He looked at every new place as a challenge, generally because things tended to go wrong the second they set foot outside the Scooby mansion...
It was a small room, maybe 5 metres in diameter. There were four exits from the room, each behind a different kind of door. The first was a prison door, barred, and through it all that was visible was a long dark tunnel. The second was a green door. That might sound unremarkable, but it reminded Sandworm of the door in "John Quixote", for some reason the thirdwas a sliding door, made of metal. It looked... cold and clinical. The final door was a glass door, which led into a garden - idyllic sunshine, green grass, flower beds.
Kay looked at all of the doors, and immediately made for the fourth. Sandworm moved to be between her and the door.
"Hey!" she said.
"Umm, Kay. Think about it. There are three doors which are... uncomfortable, at best. The fourth is clearly the best option."
"So let's go! It's beautiful."
"Well, the only thing is... why make it so obvious to choose that one? I mean, even I feel drawn to it. And there must be lots of water there for growth like that. It feels... too easy. I think we should wait a moment and think about this."
It was then that a lightning bolt hit the middle of the chamber.
All the scoobs jumped back, which meant that Sandworm, Emram, Jila and Kay ended up through the glass door. Ragnar, Kara and Spy ended up through the prison door. Sunny and the rest fell through the green door.
Sandworm immediately got up, and ran to where the door was before. There was nothing but air.
He turned to look at Jila, Kay and Emram with something that approached fear in his eyes.