Chapter 3: Syd Enters the MistyHis head was pounding. He was cold. Very cold. “Ah, Jesus,” Syd groaned, blinking at the day light. Reality crashed into him and he turned his head in the seat. There had been an accident. A collision. Something. “Rudi,” he yelled, unfastening his seat belt and twisting in his seat to check up on Rudi. “Hey, hey, look at me. Look at me.” He shook him gently. “Open your eyes. Are you okay? Talk to me. Rudi, talk—”
“What happened,” Rudi moaned, opening his eyes. His gaze was unfocused for a moment. “Why is it so f*****g cold?”
“I don’t know.” Syd blew into his hands. He could see his breath in the air. “We’re buried in snow.” He pressed his hands against Rudi’s chest, then his neck, arms. “Are you hurt? Anything hurt? This?”
“No, no, I’m okay. I’m really oka
