I'm on vacation after a good argument with Sullivan. I needed to take a little distance and I decided to go to the mountains. You're a ski instructor, a mountaineer, and you've been working at this resort for a while now. They don't really call you by your first name, you go by Sunshine.

After a few days of training, I've already gotten my flirt on a bit. You're interesting if I may say so. Sexy in your ski suit and your blue wool hat, with your good humor. At the top of one of the slopes, you explain something to us. There are only five of us today, it's pretty cool. As you start to go down, leading the procession, the powder under your skis suddenly gives way and the ground swallows you up without hesitation. I brake as best I can behind to avoid it, falling on my butt.

"What is this thing-"