Ford squinted as they left the tunnel. The air here held a chill so deep that he struggled not to shiver. The wind seemed to cut through his coat like a knife.
Mia stepped closer beside him, and he tucked her hand into the crook of his arm to keep it a little warmer. With no gloves, he wouldn't be able to keep her fingers from freezing.
Around them, as far as he could see, was snow. White, icy, frigid snow.
It was bright here not because of the sun, but because of the sheer reflection of what light there was onto the white landscape. It hurt his eyes after being in the dark all day. What time of day was it?
The thick clouds, pushed by the insistent wind, gave little hint as to what the sky above them held.
"How long until nightfall?" Anaisa was the first to speak, looking around at their surroundings. "Should we make camp inside the tunnel, out of the wind?"