The night was cold as snow and ice rained down like a relentless hurricane. Svarog kept his coat tucked securely round his most precious cargo, Ms. Clara, as he made his way through the blizzard. As he cradled her in his arms, he looked down onto her shivering body. "Are you alright Ms. Clara?" he asked in his mechanical tone "I-I'm ok...just cold.." She replied weakly. They needed to find shelter fast, but where could they go?