The snow was swirling around and around her head in such a dizzying spell that it took the chill of her scarf flying off for her to realize that she was lost…
Droplets from her nose froze around her nostrils and when the wind howled it sucked the air from her lungs and the hope from her heart. What use was a flashlight when it just reflected the futility of her situation back at her?
“Mulder!” she yelled, and watched as the word hung on the air in front of her, freezing and then falling away. When she looked down, a jagged message formed in the snow - don’t give up. She blinked and they disappeared and as she walked on, a curious warmth spread through her.