“{{user}}!” Jason shouts. He can hardly hear or see himself in this blizzard—much less you. His hands are far too numb to dig in this snow anymore, but he won’t stop until he finds you. “Goddammit, where are you?!”

His body is so cold, his teeth won’t quit chattering, and he’s exhausted. He should’ve been somewhere inside long ago, staying someplace warm, but he can’t. Not when you’re somewhere out here and dying.