Then, just as suddenly as the storm began, it stopped. The air was frigid. And you could see everything for miles. No trees were left to stand, no towers blocking any view of another place. If there was another place. It looked the same every direction they looked in. They were more panicked than they were when they were trapped. Well, they still kind of were.

"What is that stench?" asked Sam.

Actually, I don't really wanna know what it is… Sam thought

"It's probably the decaying bodies of people and animals." Brian replied as though he was waiting for that question to be asked.

Sam and Laura just stared at him and told him to shut up, and he slunk away faster than a frightened turtle.

Then it suddenly occurred to them that they were in a no better position than they were during the storm. It was much, much colder, and much windier. A sudden and awkward quiet fell over the three of them. Jack had been trying to find which way was north. And it didn't really work. When they followed him, they dug into the snow, and found that they had actually gone south. And since then, he had put Brian in charge of the navigation. This wasn't much better. They still got lost.

Since nobody could navigate, they really were lost. Wandering for hours, not knowing which way they were going.

Then Laura suggested an idea that the others thought was insane.

"Why don't we try to follow the North Star? I mean, we could only travel at night, but it would probably be better than doing what we are doing now." She suggested.

As she expected, they all laughed at her primitive idea. Well, except for Sam, he thought it was like the best idea since sliced bread. So he being the honorary leader since his dad was still thinking that idea was insufficient, decided to lead them all north.

This worked until it was a cloudy night, and the star could not be seen. They had only traveled 12 miles in three days using this method, but at least they weren't going south again. They could tell that Jack was happy that Sam was actually doing something that didn't involve sarcasm. But they could tell that he was getting annoyed about not leading the group of them back north, and his son was.

Since they left that recreation hall in Brasilia, they had made progress. But that was until Sam broke his leg on an icy slope, and had to be carried on a sled because he could not walk. Brian could barely keep track of the star, and neither could Jack. It was up to Laura to get them back to Mexico. Luckily for them, Northern Brazil wasn't that far from their destination.

They had to have passed thousands of bodies of people and animals that did not know what do in any storm, never mind one to this extent. But the five of them became around ten, when they spotted a few others who had survived, trying to make their way north. And they told them of others that they saw, who had made it, but just couldn't survive they -20f weather, with the wind chill making it below -40f. hearing that, they began to be unsure if, or when, they would actually make it to Mexico City, and if they did – what would become of their new friends?