Snow. So much fucking snow. Dallas never had much of it, if any at all, even in the winters, and he kind of got used to that over three years. He's never liked the cold, anyway, because he's always colder than most people (he fully believes it's because he's always got one foot in Death's Door being a medium and all) and when it gets bitterly cold like this, it's impossible for him to warm up again.

But food is a necessity, and he needed some things from the store, so here he is, stomping through the snow-heavy grounds of the town when he suddenly hears someone yelling, trying to call attention. He frowns and pauses, staring out at the almost endless expanse of snow in every direction. Past the outskirts of town, where the forest looks more foreboding than usual. It was probably nothing. In his head. This place playing tricks.

He keeps going, but he hears that voice again and, goddammit, he can't ignore someone like that, can he? He huffs and tugs his leather trench coat tighter around him as he heads toward the sound of the voice. "Hey, I'm out here! I don't know where you are, but just keep coming toward the sound of my voice!"

At least she finally found her way out of the endless snow and to the edge of town, right?