Chapter 2There was something really spooky about sitting by yourself in a stranded vehicle when all you could see was a maelstrom of grayish white, Nick concluded. After a few minutes, he noticed it wasn’t really dark. There was a faint glow, a little bluer than the silver-green fox fire that sometimes hovered over the lakes and bogs back home. Almost as if the snow carried its own inner light.
Recalling stories about carbon monoxide poisoning, he’d shut off the motor. Without the heater blasting into the vehicle, it didn’t take long for cold to settle in. Nick dug his ski parka out of his carry-on and struggled into it. Then he took Cedric out of the carrier. The dog came willingly, wiggling all over. Nick tucked the warm, little body inside the parka with him. At least part of him would
