Day 23

Walking in snow-shoes was harder than it looked on television, but Fin got it after a few steps and falls. When the car had first died, he had tried Fiona on his mobile phone. Fiona first, he thought, then authorities of some sort. But his phone didn't get reception here. So he was walking. There was a patch of sky to the North that looked a bit lighter than the rest. He was following that. To a town, maybe, or house, at least.