Black kept walking down the trail, and it was... uneventful. Pain was stabbing him like a knife coated in poison, everywhere. He was anxious, cold, exhausted, hungry, thirsty, and his head was even starting to hurt. The sky went from a pink and gold to a vibrant blue, and it was starting to snow even more. The wind was a stabbing cold, and he could feel it through the broken glass on his helmet. Black sighed, wishing to be back at Mira HQ with Purple, Blue, and Red. Mostly Purple, though. However, he did want to see Blue and Red get together someday, and if he didn't get to back to Mira HQ, none of that would happen. Even though, there was a chance Blue and Red wouldn't get together even if he was back at the HQ. Maybe they just had a strong friendship, like a platonic friendship. But Black needed to focus on getting to Mira HQ. He continued walking down the trail, shivering, hugging his shoulders for warmth. This was a tough situation for Black. Being presumed dead and all, what if Mira HQ didn't think it was him? What if he come's all that way just to be turned away? He didn't want to lose Purple's trust. Neither Blue or Red's trust, either. He didn't want to lose anyone's trust. Do it for Purple! He thought.
The sun was beginning to dip under the horizon, which means it was going to get colder, and it was already starting to feel colder by the minute. Black hoped to find shelter before it got too cold, his breath was fogging the glass on his helmet, and his broken goggles bobbed over his visor. He hadn't stopped shivering since the morning. He wished he knew where we was, and he wished he knew the exact time it was, without having to worry about shelter. He wondered how Purple felt. How would be react to his own grave, if he even had one. Black had so many questions for himself and his crewmates back at Mira HQ, if they were even at Mira HQ.
The trail he had been on has come to an end, and Black reluctantly stepped back into the snow. The depth of the snow had decreased and was no longer too hard to trudge through. He needed to find food and water. His mouth started to water at the thought of food, he last ate when he was on The Skeld with Purple. Do it for Purple... Black told himself. He kept trudging through the snow, his body urging him to stop and rest. He looked over and noticed something, it looked like a building. He squinted and took a step closer. It was a small building, like a bar of some sort. In the middle of a tundra? Why? Oh well, that didn't matter. He could get shelter here, and maybe even something to eat or drink. He kept walking towards the building, hoping to retrieve help.