After thinking for long and inexplicably yearning moments, you decide that it's not a good idea to go bounding into the snow with a blizzard approaching. You wonder whether it's already here and walk to the window to see. There, just outside the window, are sheets of moving white against a darkening gray. It'd be difficult to go out in this, and even more difficult to even find the chalet again if you did.
It's then that the phone rings. You didn't tell anyone you were up here... now who could that be?
You lift the receiver, and it's Nina, the clerk at the front desk of the lodge. A lodge which seems suddenly miles away. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything, and I know you've just checked in," she says with a chipper tone.
You brush a wandering lock of blond hair away from your eye. "No, it's all right. What's the problem?"
"I have some information for you about the storm. It's a big one all right, and you'll be trapped in there for a few days. It's now too heavy of a snowfall for our vehicles to go out, so we can't resupply the chalets. When it gets this bad, the best thing is just to bed down and wait for things to pass."
You start to wonder what else could go wrong, and an annoyed growl rises from your throat, one that startles you and makes you wonder about your odd reaction. Before you can think about it, Nina continues.
"Just in case there's a break in the weather, do you notice anything you need?"
You start to think about it, not really having unpacked yet... but there is something...