"Libra," A familiar voice bekoned."Libra, please, wake up."
The world spun before her eyes as she struggled to sit up. She fought to recall what had happened through a fog of confussion.
"It's okay, you're safe."She looked to the voice's source.
"Nick?"She mumbled, her voice sounded hoarse and her throat stung.
"I found you in the snow. What happened Lib, you were out fer a whole day?"
"My bike..."
"My uncle found it, lodged in an old log."He answered."Did you go riding in that mess?"
"Yeah..."She was still confused."Where are we?"
"The orchard-keeper's cabin"He responded"Dunno how you did it but you walked almost ten miles in a gale force blizzard, If I wasn't at home you would have frozen to death."
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