You've always had some sort of power that gave you the ability to resist the harsh, cold snowstorms. As you stood in solitude far from town, you see a light that isn't from the houses. There's a young cookie advancing towards your direction, looking slightly panicked for some reason. She seems to be having trouble resisting the strong, cold winds. She tries to speak, but the wind is too loud. You can only make out a few words. "Hav-…seen…Sher- …cookie?!"