Arik had been having fun before the storm hit.  Skiing was a good sport, certainly when you had both arms and legs working to steady yourself.  But when the mountain seemed to roar at the group, intent on destroying the good time that they were all having, well, he had to escape with them.  It was Arik who called out the location of the decrepit-looking cabin to everyone else, his voice so rarely heard that it may as well have been some complete stranger that had spoken.  Inside, he breathed heavily and slumped against a wall near the door, his ski jacket keeping him almost boiling hot considering the way he'd had to run after everyone.<br/><br/>The girls were the first to speak, which didn't bode well for the guys if they were all winded.  At least with the redhead that slumped against the wall, he was nearly always silent.  It was more expected of him to be quiet than any other guy in the group, at least.  Still, he glanced to the women first, peeling the ski goggles off of his head along with the large hood of his jacket.  Taking one glove off and tucking it under his arm, he snuck that arm back into the confines of the jacket to reach inside and find his cell phone inside another, lighter jacket that he wore beneath.  Slipping the arm back out, he flipped the top of the phone up... only to find that there was absolutely no signal strength at all.  He'd been warned that the mountain was a dead zone even by his wireless provider, but he'd been happy to learn upon their arrival that he still had a couple of bars.  Now they were gone, and now, they were stuck.  Closing his eyes, he just pocketed the cell phone again and started unzipping the ski jacket.