Clark stumbles to his feet, but a weight from above pushes him down. “Oh god, please, let me go.”
No answer.
Clark tries to stand up, but again, the weight knocks him back down.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
Clark can feel the bruises forming underneath his parka. He’s sweating despite the cold. He doesn’t try again until he hears footsteps.
“I knew you’d give up,” he yells into the darkness. “You coward!”
Three hours later, Clark’s back with his family in the cabin.
“You seem happy, honey.”
“I am,” he says, but on the inside, he’s frozen cold. The Yeti will be coming for him tonight.
His wife is pregnant with their first child, five years of marriage and he decides chasing dreams are important. Too important to forget. In the letter, in the nightstand, he writes to his wife:
Forget me.
He sincerely hopes his wife does, because he’ll never see her again.
And just like that, he hears the snow crunching outside.
