Everything was all too eerily familiar. The snow and cold air still bit at her exposed skin but didn't have the same kind of chill to it, the snow crunched under her feet but wasn't the same sort of crispness. It was like she was reliving a memory only slightly off kilter, and it disorientated the small human greatly whilst at the same time offering a little bit of comfort. Everything seemed... more peaceful than before.<br/><br/>She'd given the branch a solid kick before they left it, figuring no one had moved it due to its size and the fact no one really came down that path anymore. Their footprints were the only ones in the freshly fallen snow besides the worn out path.<br/><br/>Once it was behind them Frisk jumped a mile at the sudden crack, quickly whipping her head around to see the broken branch that had once been completely solid. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>What the-</strong></span>" She had no time to respond as Aster gathered close to her protectively, the two of them walking further forwards but more cautiously, more slowly, with careful footsteps, until they reached a rickety wooden bridge.<br/><br/>Even the makeshift fence was the same.<br/><br/>