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Trembling and tired, Mihika footslogged towards the girl lolling on the thick layer of snow. The sunlight felt as cold as snow. She thought of the girl to be one of the trekkers who lost her way during the avalanche and fortunately survived, like her. Hypothermia wasn't far from Mihika, she knew. She plonked herself on the snow. The girl's body was partially covered in a thin snowsheet. "She must have been here for hours," she thought. The girl was unconscious, her face was colder than snow and white as if she had no blood, within. These were clear symptoms of hypothermia, she wouldn't survive, Mihika feared. At least, she was still conscious and could tolerate the worsening weather conditions for a bit longer. She unclothed her jacket and covered her with a hope to keep her breathing before help arrives. As she rested her head on the girl's back, she could feel her own breaths, decreasing. She was losing consciousness, she was aware of it. Regretting her decision to come on this trek, despite everyone's warnings, she soon submitted her exhausted self to the fairies of sleep. As she regained herself back, she slightly opened her eyes and saw a doctor and nurses surrounding her, her mother was standing on the right, by her bed. She softly uttered, "Mom," and grabbed her wrist with her fingers. "How do you feel now?" The doctor asked, staring at her, unblinkingly. "Fine, doc. How about the other girl?" Mihika questioned back. "Which girl?" "The one beside me. Wasn't she rescued along me?" "Well, she couldn't make it." The answer didn't shock her much. "At least, I tried," Mihika muttered. "Mihika, she was already dead for more than a decade, her body was never found after she lost her way in a snowstorm. The unbearable freezing temperature didn't let the bacteria to decompose her body and this is why she didn't seem like a decade old dead body to you. Iguess she wasn't as lucky as you," he took a breath of relief as he saw Mihika believe his words. She wasn't aware that the girl she was sleeping beside had died ten years back. She was numb for a minute and was convinced that the girl was already dead when she saw that same girl plodding her way into the room through the door. "What nonsense! Doc. Who's she is then? Look behind," she commanded in a disgusted tone. As everyone turned back and took a look, Mihika saw the girl smiling at her. The smile was so dead and hollow that she had never seen one before. Mihika felt something squeezing her head hard enough to crack her skull. "There's no one, Mihika," the doctor said. "There is, can't you see?" Mihika screamed at him and asked her mom to confirm the girl's presence. To her shock, her mom said nothing and kept sobbing, silently. "I'm sorry, Mrs Varde. Your daughter will have to stay here in the asylum for some more time. Mihika's mind is still not accepting the girl's demise." And before Mihika could react or do anything, she lost consciousness and fell back on the bed.