[ Sam's too cold and too scared to even cry out when a hand grips his arm, his very brain starting to go numb, and he looks up in a haze, blinking snowflakes off his eyelashes at the figure dragging him to his feet.
He can't do much beyond stumbling along for few moments, but eventually a gust of wind blows the snowflakes clear, revealing the familiar shape of Twisted Fate's hat and clearing the haze, momentarily, from Sam's mind at the same time. ]
M...Mr. Fate? [ He stutters, his teeth still chattering, and rubs at his eyes with his free hand, squinting up at him. ] Am I dreaming?
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He can't do much beyond stumbling along for few moments, but eventually a gust of wind blows the snowflakes clear, revealing the familiar shape of Twisted Fate's hat and clearing the haze, momentarily, from Sam's mind at the same time. ]
M...Mr. Fate? [ He stutters, his teeth still chattering, and rubs at his eyes with his free hand, squinting up at him. ] Am I dreaming?