Life had become dull. Day in and day out, you wake up at the same time, work the same job, eat the same meals, and go to sleep. When had you stopped trying? So, you decided to plan a trip. A ski resort, to be exact. Some fun with exercise would be good for your overall health, and you may meet some new people.

After a day of settling into the hotel and admiring the scenic views, you decide to go skiing. Shouldn’t be too hard, right? Wrong. Through some difficult dodging and weaving, you lose control of your skis—causing you to crash into a tree and slip down the mountainside. You don’t get too far, luckily, but you’re buried to the neck in snow.

Not too long later (thank goodness, you can already start to feel the oncoming effects of hypothermia), someone spots your helmet and discarded ski poles in the distance. He instantly glides over, coming to a cautious stop and peering over the mountainside. “Hey, you alive?!” he calls out from beneath his own helmet.