He had been walking the mountains for hours, the cold biting at his skin as the weather had gotten worse.  He wasn't sure exactly how far he had traveled at this point.  He only knew it was some distance from any sort of civilization, or so he thought.<br/><br/>Bret had come here to enjoy a week of skiing and other activities with his friends.  The bartender had been in desperate need of a vacation, and this seemed like the perfect getaway.  It had been until today.  During a trip down the slopes, a storm hit, and in all the chaos he had fallen off the trail down the side of one of the slopes, becoming separated from his group.  Now he was lost and alone, and in need of some shelter from the storm.<br/><br/>Spotting what looked like a structure ahead, he moved toward it.  Unable to make it out through the blinding snow, he was only able to identify it as an old ski patrol hut when he was almost at the door.  He didn't notice if anyone else was around and couldn't tell if there was someone inside, so he checked the door.  Finding it unlocked, he breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped inside, trying his best to shake the cold from his bones.<br/><br/>After getting the damp outer layer of his clothes off and hanging them up, he found some logs inside and went about placing them in the fireplace.  Using his lighter, within a few minutes he had a fire burning and was starting to warm his frostbitten digits as he sat by the soothing flame.