[ jack is limp and snowflake light, head resting against kozmotis' chest as he's carried. the snow is still falling in light flurries, but none of them melt when they land on him. the starfleet shipyards can be seen in the distance, but everything is quiet save the crunch of snow underfoot.
at the statement to what would look to be nothing, though, the northern wind gently picks up, grasping and tugging at the other man's robes to guide him along. not too terribly far away is a farmhouse with a barn and a little antique looking light on the porch. ]
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at the statement to what would look to be nothing, though, the northern wind gently picks up, grasping and tugging at the other man's robes to guide him along. not too terribly far away is a farmhouse with a barn and a little antique looking light on the porch. ]