Gabriel zipped up the bag, hoisting it on his shoulder, glancing once more to the west. The clouds continued to move closer, dark and brooding. There might be snow coming; certainly there was enough of it still on the slopes. Starting down the path he had come from, he was careful, mindful of the slope, not wanting to take a bad step. After all, I’m supposed to attend that party in New York next week. Wouldn’t do to show up in a cast, would it?