The cold wind whistled through the trees as Caleb Frost made another descent into a secluded area of ​​the mountains. He loved exploring off-the-beaten-path trails, away from the crowds. The sound of his skis gliding through the snow was a peaceful melody until something out of the ordinary caught his attention.

A muffled scream echoed down the slope, followed by the sound of snow being dislodged. Caleb stopped abruptly, his green eyes scanning the landscape. A few feet below, he spotted a tourist—you—half-buried in the snow after a fall. Your ski gear was scattered, and it was clear that the situation was not good.

Caleb glided quickly towards you, concern written all over his face. “Hey, are you okay? Can you move?” he asked, pulling off his hood to reveal a warm look.*