Sam stood rooted to the spot, unmoving despite the fact that he had been almost frantically moving two seconds before. The cold hit his face like a slap, the sharp scent of gun smoke in the air. He knew where they were now, but his mind refused to accept the logical answer because it was so illogical. They were not back where they started from. They just couldn't be. It didn't make sense.

And yet, when Sam did start moving again, he chose to act in a manner befitting someone who was learning from past mistakes. He tried for the exact opposite of what they'd done before. Sam shouldered his gun and took quick steps backwards in the snow. "Run," he told Yorick, then spun around and did just that.