We were there, at the bottom of the bottom of the hill, I heard nothing but silence, I knew something was wrong. I looked at my friend, she was just staring at me like it was all my fault, like I was responsible for choosing the wrong path, and for us getting lost. I tried to be strong and find a solution. We kept skiing through the pines and the thick snow. We got to a small restaurant and looked if we saw someone we knew… nothing.