The flickering firelight illuminated the swiftly falling snow outside as Ray waited anxiously by the cabin door. He had been back in the cabin for over an hour, and there was still no sign of Fraser. It has been snowing for a while, longer than he has been back, and Ray was worried. //He thinks he's Super Mountie, he thinks he's invincible. Well, he's not, and one day he's going to get hurt. God, I hope he's okay. Don't let him be hurt.// Trying to shake these thoughts from his head, Ray went to put more wood on the fire. He didn't have anything to heat up, besides himself, but stoking the blaze helped get his mind off Fraser. Placing another log on the fire, Ray almost burnt himself when a loud bang made him jump. Thinking it might be Fraser, he ran to the rickety door and flung it open. All he saw was a flurry of white snow flakes. Disappointed, he closed the door and sat down on an old wooden chair. He closed his eyes, hoping that the thoughts of Fraser lying in a snow bank somewhere would leave him. Ray slumped in his chair, and closed his eyes. He didn't want to fall asleep, not with Fraser still missing, but his drowsiness was overwhelming him. He was just drifting of to sleep when another loud noise jolted him awake. After the false alarm before, Ray was in no hurry to see if it was actually Fraser out there. Suddenly a snow covered form stumbled through the door. Ray jumped up from his chair, and grabbed an unconscious Fraser, helping him to the ground. Wiping snow from his face, Ray saw he was frostbitten badly. His skin, where it wasn't splotchy red, was a pale, pale white, like a marble statue. //This is taking the stone Mountie mask to an all-new level// Ray thought grimly. Worried, Ray pulled Fraser shirt off, seeing if the rest of his body was as bad. It was, the red patches being more noticeable, and Ray knew he had to get Fraser warmed up. Leaving his friend for a minute, Ray franticly searched the cabin for something to warm Fraser up. He found a few moth eaten blankets, and a light sleeping bag. //Well, this is better than nothing// he thought. He hurried back to Fraser and gently placed the blankets on top of him. The Mountie was shivering, a good sign, and Ray was glad he had fallen near the warmth of the fire. Ray had done everything he could; it was up to Fraser to do the rest.