On a freezing summer's day, the ice storm blows all hope
away.

"How much longer of a walk Phineas?" Baljeet chattered.

"My legs are getting tired, and numb."

"It's only a few dozen more minutes, I'm sure of it." Phineas replied bitterly.

"And then what?" Isabella said, barely able to move her
frozen tong to make the sounds.

"And then we finish this." Phineas replied once again, in
the same ugly, cold way.

"Why are you being like this Phineas?" Asked Isabella.

"Where does your happiness go?"

"It just goes." He said.

"Will it return once this is over?"

"Maybe, eh, probably, I don't know."

"How are you sure this will be 'done'?" Buford said from
the back of the crowd.

"We have to wait and find out, Buford." Phineas uttered.

"Which building is it again, Phineas?" asked Isabella.

"That one," Phineas pointed to a far off building, nearly
blocked out by the dark fog. "Doofen something
something."

"That one." He finished.

"That's where we can stop it?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"No, I don't."

"Then why are we going here?"

"Because we are, and we're not turning back now, this is
our best lead."

"And when I get my hands on the guy that did this," He
said darkly, bitter in his harsh words.

"He will regret ever doing this."

"And he will tell us he's sorry, and he will say it in
front of a whole crowd, everyone!"

"And he'll say 'I was such an evil man! I took summer
away!'"

"And he'll wish he was never born."

They strided in the snow until they vanished in darkness.