"Hey, wait up!" Panic calls out. Pain glides ahead of him on his skis, not caring to wait for too scared to go down even the bunny hill Panic. It had taken a solid ten minutes of convincing to get him up the chair lift.

Panic veers off into the thick trees at the edge of the run. He pops off his skis and walks awkwardly in the stiff plastic boots. Ahead he can see something round and black. Is it a dead animal? A rock? A homeless person? As he walks closer he realizes the black thing is a hole.

Whoa, that could be really dangerous, Panic thinks to himself. Someone needs to fix this before someone falls in. He leans forward, inexplicably pulled towards the hole and pitches himself headfirst into the cold, black tunnel. He lands on his elbows and begins crawling forward, unaware of the weight of the boots and unaware of what he is doing. Panic's mind is somewhere else. The tunnel soon ends and it is far too tight to turn around, so he continues up.

He uses his elbows and knees to shimmy up the column. His head pops up among a crunchy drift of snow under a clear sky. "Fais attention!" Someone calls out as they zip past on a snowboard and spray a fine sheen of icy powder on Panic's face. He rolls out of the way. As he looks around he realizes he is no longer at the ski hill out West with Pain. But where has he ended up? He can see another hole off to the side of the run. He makes a break for it and pitches himself in headfirst once again.

This time when he comes out the other side, Painc does not arrive in civilization. Thick snowdrifts that can barely support his weight surround him on all sides. He's sinking. Why did he go through those tunnels? He hates tight spaces. He doesn't even know how he managed those two vertical climbs. There was no way he was stupid enough to throw himself into the unknown, headfirst, for a third time… The wind picks up suddenly and violently. A black shape begins to grow on the horizon. It's a monster, he thinks, I'm done for. It's Bigfoot, it's a black bear. It's the abominable snowman and it's coming to eat me. The black shape slowly takes the form of a helicopter.

He waves his arms fervently, desperate to get the attention of the people who have to be inside. He quickly changes into a helpless looking little boy. The door slides open and a rope ladder drops down. He grabs on and clings to it for dear life. The man who pulls him up seems to be a million miles away. He wavers in and out of focus until suddenly he has Panic's hands in his and yanks him into the helicopter.

"What the hell are you doing out here?" He asks. His eyes drift down to the ugly orange boots, "Are you really dumb enough to try to ski out here?"

To Panic's surprise he still has a voice despite the biting cold air. "Where is out here?"

"Russia," he says, "Obviously."

"Pain!" Panic screams. "Pain!"

"Quick!" The helicopter co-pilot says. "This poor little child is injured!"

Panic's vision slowly fades to darkness.