His food was gone, Tony was dead... going back to the beginning was not the best idea but he didn't see how he had much of a choice. There might be food there...or something else useful perhaps. He was in the process of coming in when the collapsing ice began.

The next few minutes were a flurry of running and panicked flailing. Then, then it became obvious this was what the people in charge had in mind. He was back at the Cornucopia. Fuck.

He hid the backpack in a snow pile. He was going to need as much freedom of movement if he ran into someone. He creeped forward slowly... time to see if there was food.