Nova and Sam had been immediately detained and imprisoned on Cryop'a, a planet nearest Lagomorphus-9; specifically a cold, frozen wasteland meant to act as a jail of sorts.
"How the hell are we gonna get off this planet?!" Sam asked Nova.
"Well, don't ask me…" the female lagomorph shivered, her hands on her shoulders. "I'm far too busy grieving…"
Nova walked away from Sam and sat down on a rock, shuddering and trying to warm up in the bitter cold. Sam slowly walked over to her as the blizzard continued to whip around.
"Hey, come here…" Sam placed an arm on Nova, who initially refused, but let him do so since he was very warm. "It's not over, we can make it outta here."
"How the hell are you so positive?" Nova asked. "I'm getting frostbite up to my thighs!"
"I'm gonna try some adventure-gaming skills." Sam spoke, opening up his inventory. "Max and me used to be in a couple!"
"Pretty sure you're still a couple." Nova replied, then Sam briefly looked at her. "I ain't judgin'!"
Sam searched through his inventory, pulling out his gun.
"I can't shoot Nova." Sam spoke aloud.
"Who're you talking to?" Nova inquired as Sam put his gun away.
"No one.." Sam awkwardly replied.
Sam looked through his inventory yet again.
"Hmm, let's see..." Sam spoke, grabbing a lighter from his inventory. He looked down to find what was quite possibly the only branch in the entire frozen planet. "Use...lighter...with...branch..."
Immediately, Sam held a rudimentary torch within his left hand. Nova begrudgingly grabbed his other hand and together they began to slowly walk through the snow, and the blizzard appeared to grow worse. Sam didn't even have time to say something witty before he and Nova passed out.