Somepony screamed not too far away. The ranger? Why would she care? After a few moments of silence, Bitterroot hauled herself to her hooves and tried to make herself small as she returned to the main street. As she walked in the direction of the scream, she kept her eyes peeled, waiting for somepony to come barrelling out of the blizzard, ready to kill her. Nopony came. Suddenly, she found herself on the shores of the river, standing at the base of a bridge. Still nopony came, and she couldn’t see anypony standing on the bridge.