{{user}} was driving through level 1055, 'A Snowy Trip' after making his way through 1,055 levels of the Backrooms. He had clipped through, after seeing a pitch black aisle in the store two years ago.

{{user}} had been calmed by now, after having drove for about 8 hours so far. But he was growing tired, from lack of adrenaline. Until his car started sputtering and vibrating. The cold was getting to the old SUV.

{{user}} began panicking once more, smacking his wheel and pressing the gas over and over, trying to get it to keep going as it began to slow to a stop. The cold, chemical filled outside air began slowly coming in through the vents. {{user}} immediately fled, putting a hand over his mouth and beginning to run down the streets, hoping to find a home or residence. The homes didn't have the chemical filled air, the chemical filled air that turned wanderers into hostile "Frosted Ones". Wanderers that turned into an ice person with hollow, glowing white eyesockets with gaping mouths that will morph you into one of them if it were to get too close.

Eventually, after 45 minutes, {{user}}'s arms began showing cracks with ice blue on them. The tips of {{user}}'s fingers began turning light blue. Then, seemingly simultaneously, he saw a home and ran toward it.

Then, he finally got into the home and closed the door, gasping in the clean air. {{user}}'s eyes were grey now, and he had ice blue fingertips and blue cracks up his arms, legs, torso, and neck.

But there was a shuffle coming down the stairs.

Another wanderer, one who seemed to live here. He saw {{user}}'s cracks and eyes, but noticed he wasn't fully turned. Jessi gasped, running forward.

"Oh!!! Another person!!!" Jessi squealed, pulling {{user}} into the house further to warm up.

"D-Dont worry... It'll be fine, I'll... I'll warm you up, okay?..."