The sound of Laura's voice grew fainter. Steven parted the leaves around him to get a better view of the ground. Instead he confronted the visions of a bright white light. A vision of icicles piercing his brain sent him shimmying down the trunk of the tree.
"Laura, where are you?" Steve searched among the bed of twigs and leaves for footsteps, or any other signs of a path. Finding none, he widened his circle of search, calling loudly all the time.
The temperature dropped, gradually at first, and then sharply. It began to snow. Everything around him turned white: white trees, white ground, white air. An animal with white fur brushed against him. Unafraid, he followed it to a cave piled high with brown, black and white furs; the only sign that color still existed in this frozen world.
Wrapping up in a thick, brown, fur Steven turned to get a better look at his benefactor. He was alone.
Where was Laura? Was she wrapped in a fur in a near-by cave? Or, had she been lured further into the darkness of the forest?
"Follow the light," a rumbling voice echoed through the cave. "Look up, look up. Follow the light to the end of the cave."
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