<blockquote>The snow fell heavily for three days, covering tracks and drawing a veil across the world. By the morning of the fourth, they were out of food, and Ronon went hunting.
He'd thought McKay was asleep, but the tightly wrapped bundle of silvery emergency blankets stirred, and a tuft of brown hair poked out the top, along with one fever-bright blue eye. "You'll never find your way back," Rodney rasped.
"Yeah I will," and the snow swallowed him, muffling whatever protest Rodney had made.</blockquote>
