The journey to the wall was freezing. Looking around at the snow falling Arya couldn't help but say "Winter is coming." All Clegane did was look at her. He honestly felt extremely worried about the little wolf. He kept waiting for the breaking point he knew was coming but she fought it every step of the way. "How much farther do we have till we reach the wall?" she wondered. "We should be there short-" Clegane stopped mid sentence. Wondering what made him stop she followed his gaze and saw the doors to the wall. Arya felt panic swell inside her. The doors were heavily damaged. "Jon!" She screamed to the point her voice cracked. The men that were stationed at the doors just had enough time to get them opened before she crashed into it. When she made it inside she didn't even wait for her horse to stop, she just jumped down.
Looking around all she saw her men dressed in black and wildings. But she could not find the face that she so desperately wanted to see. Arya felt the tears start to make their way down her face. She stood there staring at the men feeling the last ember of hope she had slowly burn out. Behind her she heard a door shut. Turning she felt her breath get stuck in her chest. There stood Jon,alive.
