[ Niska has been reading her book in a chair, curled up and enjoying the privacy when she hears a knock at the door and a very polite man asking for shelter. She weighs her options and knows that she could pretend not to be home, but the fire she burns for light is likely giving off enough warmth to give herself away. Closing the book, she rises to her feet and approaches the door, opening it to find a strange man on her stoop.
He looks like a prototype, something Hobbs and Elster would have made as children. ]
Do you feel the cold?
[ It's hardly the polite offer to come inside that she wants to lead with, but she genuinely wonders. ]
Snow Blind
He looks like a prototype, something Hobbs and Elster would have made as children. ]
Do you feel the cold?
[ It's hardly the polite offer to come inside that she wants to lead with, but she genuinely wonders. ]