The group didn't notice him; they continued along their predetermined path.

Ray followed suit, moving forward on his makeshift skis. The hovercraft would have been far too conspicuous.

After a dozen minutes, a cluster of buildings appeared ahead.

"Caesar Sanatorium," Ray muttered to himself.

This place stood out from the rest. The snow around it had been completely cleared, revealing the ground beneath. The entrance sign was now clearly visible, and a freshly made wooden board leaned against