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Narvin shivered as he trekked through the forest. The ground was covered in snow and the trees were groaning under the weight of their icy loads. It was eerily quiet and he didn't like it at all.
"Are you sure this is where our fugitive crashed?" He muttered, struggling to make his way through the ankle-deep snow.
"The temporal signature is a bit scrambled but I'm pretty sure this is where he is."
"I don't know why we bother. He'll probably freeze in this weather."
"So, will we if we don't find him soon."
The snapping of a twig echoed through the forest. Both Time Lords stiffened. Vansell gestured for Narvin to hide behind a tree while he took up a similar position on the other side of the trail. After what seemed like an eternity, they heard a disgruntled voice.
"Stupid planet. I'm freezing my nose off." The voice stopped. Narvin glanced at Vansell but he shook his head.
"Not yet." He mouthed.
The voice started again, sounding bemused.
"Who's tracking who, I wonder."
The voice was coming closer, closer. All of a sudden, it vanished.
Gripping his staser, Narvin peered out from behind the tree and surveyed the trail. There was a third set of footprints, which veered off sharply into the woods just before it reached the trees where they were hiding.
Vansell stepped out from his hiding place and peered at the tracks. They led off into a cluster of pines, the thick intertwining branches blocking out most of the sunlight.
"Clever. Very clever."
Narvin peered into the darkness. The ground was covered in pine needles and there was almost no snow. No chance of leaving footprints then.
Vansell crept towards the pines, stopping as Narvin made to follow him.
"No. You stay here in case he doubles back."
Narvin had to admit he had a point. He leaned against the trunk of a nearby tree, watching Vansell disappear into the pines. By now the snow had started to fall again, the fluffy white flakes falling thick and fast. Narvin shook his head, trying to see through the blizzard.
He stamped his feet, trying to stop himself from freezing, then froze as he felt something shoved against his back. "Well, well, what have we here? Did you get lost in the blizzard?" The newcomer's voice was dripping with false concern.
Narvin lunged sideways, trying to get behind cover. But he never got there, a wave of electricity shot up his spine and he collapsed.
Narvin groaned, rolling onto his back.
"I thought you'd sleep the day away." Vansell's voice sounded somewhere above him.
Narvin tried to push himself up, instantly wishing he hadn't. His head spun and his robes were covered in snow.
"Where's the fugitive?" He shouted, leaping up and almost falling down again.
Vansell reached out a hand to steady him. "Relax. He's right there." He nodded at a figure slumped against a nearby tree.
Pulling the man to his feet, Vansell shoved him forward while Narvin trekked behind him.
"Do you know what this proves?"
"What?"
"You're still new."
Narvin groaned.