And Lindsey's hooks and fish lines had disappeared. They weren't much weapon-like to begin with so he hadn't thrown them away like Chris had, because he didn't much look forward to finding them again in the snow.

However, he was now unarmed and circling around, trying to get to Chris still and, hopefully, get nearer to his stuff.

"So, about that thing where you killed my brother? Can't let you go for that."