When you glide off the ski lift however, the first thing you notice is that you don’t recognise this place. You expected to end up near the restaurant at the summit, because that’s where all the ski lifts seem to go, but you’re not there. Instead, you’re some place unfamiliar. To make things worse, standing up your bladder feels way worse.
You’re about to tell mum you really need to find a toilet when you see her skiing off. Uncomfortably clenching, you ski after her.
“Mum!” you call out.
She looks back, waving you to follow as she starts going down hill. You begin to worry. Your skiing slows too as you focus on not peeing yourself. The trail is unfamiliar for a few minutes before you meet the trail of the last run, near the corpse of snow-covered gums. Mum is waiting for you with a curious expression on her face.