You could rent snowshoes at the airport. Right there at the airport! He rented them along with the two-door toyota without considering that he didn't actually know how to walk in snow-shoes.
He drove through the night, north and north, until the darkness told him nothing of what time it was. Then, about eleven hours and a hundred dollars of gas later, on an otherwise empty road with snow in fields of drifts on either side, his car began to slow down without him telling it to. It slowed and slowed and then stopped. Fin didn't know much about cars, but he knew they shouldn't do that.
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