When Mallory woke, she wasn’t sure if it was the next day or a continuation of the same day. But one good thing was that the incessant throbbing in her head had toned down to a dull, manageable ache. She looked over and Brock was still sleeping, so she looked outside to see if it was still snowing. When she opened the door, there was a two-feet wall of snow, and it was still coming down.

She sighed, looking back at Brock. There was no way that she wanted to be stranded here with the Neanderthal any longer than necessary. Mallory appreciated that he had rescued her, but she had...