"That's if someone else hasn't gotten to them before us," she adds as she leans against the edge. No way is she stepping out onto that ice again. She's perfectly good where she is, turning the key over and over in her palm and feeling the edges scrape the skin there.

"I'll worry about the key later. Let's just get out of here and find a spot." Tess turns away and begins to move, gritting her teeth against the limp and ache. Honestly, she just wants to find a place where they can sit and get off her feet for a few minutes, even if they should find somewhere to go first, scout the area and push onward no matter the injury.