He squints when he sees a figure in the snow. Finally. He's gonna give them a piece of his mind and maybe toss them in a snowbank and then--

--and then that flannel-clad figure is definitely Carter.

"Carter!?"

He practically barks it out, the word echoing off of the trees.

"What the hell..."

A beat.

"...are you wearing?"

He trudges through the snow to meet him, and there he goes, off on some...wild rant that he can't make heads nor tails of. Mathias? Two weeks ago? Real ghosts?

"Carter--Carter, slow down. Hold on."

He puts his hands out, exasperation in his voice. This is not explaining anything.

"Start from the beginning. Where are we? What do you mean, two weeks ago?"