Against the biting cold of the snow, I crawled. My hands burned, I knew I was frostbitten. I continued crawling, knowing another avalanche could come at any minute. All I could hear was the wind, howling like some fell beast. The snow was rising every minute. "He won't be far," I growled to no-one,"He can't stand the snow as well as I can." I wasn't one to talk, of course, but at this point I had lost all focus except to get to him. I was slipping into darkness. I could fell it. i was fighting my own mind, it wanted to give up against the torrent of storm, but part of me wouldn't stop. I would find him. I pushed myself up on my hands and yelled, " May thier burnt hands...... The darkness won-n!........... It will damn us all!" With that, I fell face first into the snow, darkness pured into my vison, I could no longer hear the blizzard, I drifted into the ethreal, remembering what had led to this...