The glare managed to dredge its way through the thick fog, the dense mist. The piercing light from the car's headlamps distorted and twisted to a dull haze. The brighter it became, the faster his heart raced. The clearer the car behind them, the slower time passed.

It drew near and eventually... stopped. The door was opened but still the illumination remained. Removing his sunglasses, the full force of the light making contact with his unprotected eyes, he nearly blinked... nearly blinked. But he didn't.

No wider, no narrower, his eyes looked on.

He had been there only a few moments and already the snow had begun to engulf him. Relentless in its fall; infinite in its calming, the black of the bandana still visible in patches where it had gathered unevenly. He did not appear how she had remembered - or imagined.

The silence was broken by the soft crunch in the snow; each footstep louder than the last.

No voice could be heard but a thousand words could be spoken...