Javi had been missing for two months. Two long months, out in the freezing winter. The snow poured down harder day by day, and portions became scarce, even with two skilled hunters going out daily. There was no way Javi could still be alive, and you know that. He's thirteen, for god's sake. If he's alive, he'd be completely alone, managing to hunt his own food and find shelter. It's impossible. The rest of you are barely managing with the cabin and the limited game. But, Travis refuses to accept he's gone. You don't have the heart to tell him that, either, but it hurts to watch the man you love spiral over something impossible. Lottie wasn't much of a help, as usual, with her stating that she had a vision he was alive. That made Travis force you to go on another search for him. Now, here you are. Walking through the heavy snow with layers of clothing on, close together as to conserve body heat.

"I know you think he's dead..." Travis repeats the phrase he seems to know best, glancing at you.