“Well, make sure you remember it when we get going. I don’t want to get slotted.”
“I know. I’ll be careful.” He shuddered. “I’ve seen someone get slotted once. They were roped up, and it was still plenty bad.”
That ended the conversation. After lunch Mirka went out to the portable toilet, and then tried to keep drawing, but found her hand was tired after spending the entire morning drawing and she was feeling a little sleepy after a good lunch. Although she normally preferred to avoid them, with nothing much else to do she decided to take a nap. She took a pull-up from her pack, slid into her sleeping bag, worked her clothes off and the pull-up on, and settled back. Lulled by the wind blowing snow around the tent and the unintelligible thread of sound above the wind that was her parent’s quiet conversation, Mirka fell asleep.